s . rabnott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} quietflowers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2015-06-10 09:25:00 |
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WHAT: Scarlett's having some photoshoot anxieties
WHEN: How about today
STATUS: Cristina failed with tagging so we're moving to the site!
What had she been thinking?
Scarlett leaned back into the cushions of the couch, ignoring the whispering that was going on outside the door of her dressing room. She was on the set of a photoshoot, a photoshoot, for the new cosmetics campaign she’d just signed a contract with. How her agent had convinced her that this would be a breeze, it would be great for her image, she would never be able to tell you. There was a bathtub!
How was she supposed to sell lipstick in a bathtub?
Grail had been banned from the set, by her. Scarlett knew immediately that she would not be able to pose and appear to be...what had the ad guy said? He wanted sexy, but tough? How--? What did that...she never concerned herself with being sexy outside of the bedroom, and even then it didn’t take much to get things going with her boyfriend---
A soft knock on the door caused her to jump. Scarlett had asked for a break, but she knew that her fifteen minutes had already rolled into thirty. She looked into the mirror across the room, her hair shorter and lighter than it had ever been. It didn’t look bad, but---sexy? She didn’t like forcing the feeling. With a breath, she moved to open the door, and was surprised to see the photographer, not her agent.
She opened the door a bit wider. “We might have to reschedule.”
“Reschedule?” Amelia repeated tilting her head to the side slightly as she worked her way into the room. No, she was quite confident that this shoot would be a complete success. Scarlett was just nervous, and once they got past that, this shoot would be flawless.
“Oh are you sure? That would be such a waste, have you looked in a mirror?” she asked fiddling with the settings on her camera, before looking up and giving the player a bright smile setting the camera on the side table. Perching herself on the arm of the couch, Amelia propped her chin in her hands as she watched Scarlett.
“Let’s not worry about the shoot just yet,” Amelia kicked her legs out. She didn’t know much about quidditch, it seemed a lot of effort to pick a team and follow it, but one thing she definitely enjoyed was listening to other people talk about their passions. “How about you tell me about the Catapults?”