"Oh, my…" Avery whispered. Worry flashed in her violet eyes. "Eve seems to be in a pinch. She looks stiff and in pain. Is she going to be alright like that?"
Even from their viewpoint, the hard expression was noticeable. The distress affected the whole pose. It took the attention away from the satchel bag. Several elements of the photo now seemed disjointed. The tense posture failed to connect them into one entity.
It didn't paint a clear picture for people to see.
It didn't project a story that enticed them to the product.
Luna sighed, rubbing her temple. Her lips stretched into a grim line. "Maybe that pose isn't the best start. I should have chosen a standing position first. This one significantly involved various muscles from head to toe. Each body part needed attention. Ignore one and it would create an imbalance."
Cale brushed off their worries with a wave of his hand, completely unfazed by Eve's performance.
"Give her some time. She still has a lot more to learn. Later, we can show her the photos and talk it out with her. It's easier to understand once she sees them. Besides, a model should always pay attention to every body part in any pose. I say we're on the right track in teaching that."
The shoot barely began. It had only been five minutes more or less. It wouldn't do well to be anxious right away. Eve needed their support and guidance. If they stressed out so would she.
"You do have a point." Luna replied with a nod. She heard the photograph give the next instructions. Eve shifted her gaze towards the wall across from her. The rest of her body remained the same.
Avery inhaled deeply. Her heart pounded in her chest. She willed it to calm down. Eve wouldn't quit on her. It was still too early for the young woman to give up.
"I know I'm right." Cale laughed, clasping his hands together. He had seen and met many models. For beginners, he learned to let them be and study their movements. They wouldn't know how to notice their faults yet.
He also wouldn't be able to unless they demonstrated without advice.
Cale felt an intense stare from the shadows and glanced behind him. His jaw dropped at the sight his eyes laid on. Before he knew it, his feet had turned around and his legs had jogged up to the doorway.
He spread his arms open for a hug.
"Oh my goodness! Mikael! You're back from overseas too!" He cackled, embracing the hearthrob. He pulled back and turned to Jordan. They also exchanged a hug. He beamed at both of them. "It's so good to see you. What brings you here?"
"Cale…" Mikael began to say. An ominous feeling tingled at the back of his mind. There could only be one reason why a model manager would be in the room.
The scowl he wore deepened. "Don't tell me that you also recruited her."
"Who?" Cale blinked. He snapped his head back to the shoot. "Her? She's gorgeous, isn't she?"
"Yeah," Jordan nodded, also watching. "She is a beauty."
"I know right? I did her hair and makeup myself."
The 26-year old model pinched the bridge of his nose. The problem turned out to be bigger than it seemed. The sponsor even managed to convince Cale Fisher. Money and connections really did wonders.
'This young woman just received a whole package, didn't she? A big brand deal and a top model manager.' Mikael thought. He exhaled sharply and looked back up. "Cale, there should be more to hiring a new model other than her looks."
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