The Photo Shoot

 

“She’s here,” said the assistant.

“Let’s have her in,” the photographer said.

The girl whose name was Maddie came though the curtain into the studio with all smiles. She had been very excited when the photographer noticed her at the coffee house and asked to take her pictures. Maddie,who had always wanted to be a model, readily agreed.

​“Start the music,” the photographer said.

​The assistant put on a peppy pop tune from a boy band. The photographer could not distinguish one from the other. To him, they all sounded the same, but the models always seemed to like them.

​The assistant applied makeup and nail polish to Maddie. The touchup made her feel extraordinarily pretty like a real professional model.

​“Ready?” asked the photographer.

​Maddie smiled and nodded.

​The photographer began with a quick series of front facial shots, followed by ones of her from behind looking over her shoulder toward the camera.

​Next came the ones of Maddie sitting in the glitter that had been placed on the floor for today’s session.

​“Smile like you’re laughing,” the photographer said.

​Maddie did so, the photographer thought her a natural.

​Next came the photos of Maddie with her face cupped in her hands looking thoughtful, followed by her looking heart broken pining for a lost love. ​

​Near the end of the shoot came the flirty pictures where Maddie appeared as a tease.

​“You’re doing great. Almost done,” the photographer said.

​Maddie smiled widely, she had been having a great time and was sorry that it was about to end.

​“Last shot.”

​Maddie smiled.

​“Three.”

​“Two.”

​“One.”

​And shot her through the heart.