The group of people all turn to look at us. “Yes, I’m here,” he replies as if he doesn’t have a care in


    the world.


    “This is Emmaline.” He presents me to his colleagues and I smile nervously.


    They all smile.


    “This is Rita, Nova, Sasha.” He hesitates and I know he’s forgotten someone’s name. They start to


    shake my hand. “Mick, Len, and Trudy.” He continues.


    “Hello.” I smile awkwardly.


    Trudy’s eyes linger on me a little longer than everyone else’s. She must be his proof editor. I catch her


    scanning me up and down.


    “Sasha, can you look after Em for me tonight, please,” star asks.


    The young girl smiles warmly. “Of course, I have ordered dinner and we have seats over here for


    you,” she replies kindly as she takes my hand and leads me over to the wall.


    I fall into the seat and she passes me arge woolen nket. “Would you like a tea or coffee?” she


    asks.


    “Tea, please. White and one sugar.” I smile gratefully as she disappears.


    star is soon deep in discussion as he walks around therge barn with Trudy.


    The barn has stone walls and high timber beams with straw strewn all over the floor, although I think


    that it is definitely a prop. There is no way this barn is used for animals. It’s too beautiful. star is


    holding his arms up and showing them something in the roofing, directing things at the two men before


    they disappear out of the front door.


    The two lighting girls start up all of their spotlights and someone else starts taking photos. They all


    look at the screen and then adjust the lighting to correct it. Another girl starts to wave around a big screen


    thing that look like arge tambourine. What in the hell does that do?


    Sasha returns with two cups of tea and sits down next to me on our fold-up directors’ chairs.


    “Thank you.” I smile as I take mine from her.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    I sip my tea. “So, who is he photographing?” I ask in a whisper.


    “This is an annual celebration cover for Harper’s Bazaar.”


    “Oh,” I whisper.


    “Big deal,” she whispers back. “Ten of the highest paid models in the world have flown in from all


    over.”


    My eyes widen. “They are all in it?” I ask.


    “Yes, like a group shot thing.”


    “Where are they?” I whisper. “I know I sound dumb but I don’t see anyone here.”


    “When they get here, you will hear them.” She rolls her eyes. “Pains in the bloody neck, to be honest.”


    “Oh.” I sip my tea. I really like this Sasha girl, already.


    “They will be arriving shortly with their personal assistants and the magazine staff.”


    My eyes fall to star as he stares into the screen of his fancy camera, directing the others to adjust


    lighting and things. I smile, seeing how much he loves this job and how he is well respected.


    A truck pulls up outside and Sasha stands. “Wardrobe is here. Be back in a minute.”


    My eyes follow her as she disappears out the door. I sit still again as I watch my man in his element.


    This is so fun, and my, what a different world he lives in. The only excitement for me at work is fighting


    with wonder bitch from reception.


    Sasha es  back  through  the  door  with  three  men  pushing  big  racks  of  super  expensive  clothing.


    There  are  hundreds  of  designer  gowns  with  sequins  and  feathers,  and  another  man  carrying  big  boxes


    filled with designer shoes.


    Holy crap, it’s like sex in the city on crack. Carrie Bradshaw would be loving this shit.


    She directs them to wheel it over to the back corner, close to where I am sitting, and they start to set


    the area up.


    Another  two  girls e  in  with  big  suitcases  and  Sasha  jumps  up  again.  She  looks  around  as  if


    wondering where to set them up.


    “Star?” she calls.


    He looks up from what he’s doing.


    “Where do you want makeup?” she asks.


    His eyes scan the perimeter of the building and he looks for an area where he won’t be shooting in.


    “Over near the door,” he calls and then goes back to his discussions with Trudy.


    The shes of light start to flicker behind my eyes again, and I drop my head. It’s as if I am in a disco


    and the strobe lights are shing ck and white.


    What?


    Not now.


    I close my eyes to try and block it out.


    What is this? After about forty seconds, it stops suddenly. I really need to get to an Optometrist or


    doctor.  I  wrap  my  cardigan  around  me  for  protection  and  I  nce  up  at  the  people  around  me…  Did


    anyone notice me? My heart rate is hammering. I hate this. It scares me. That’s about the tenth time it has


    happened in thest week.


    The makeup girls set up and then two more super trendy girls with crazy hair arrive with big toolbox


    looking things. One has a hot pink crew-cut and the other has ck hair with purple foils and big exotic


    looking curls. The hairdressers are here.


    Sashaughs when she sees them, obviously knowing them well. “Where have you two been? You’re


    te.” She smiles.


    “Fucking hell, we got so fucking lost. This is the end of the earth out here.” The girl with the ck


    hair smiles as she plonks her toolbox at my feet. Her eyese to me. “Who is this then?” She smiles as


    she puts her hand on her hips, her eyes resting on me.


    “This is Star’s girlfriend, Emmaline.”


    I swear, her mouth nearly drops to the floor.