CHAPTER ONE - Cheese
Flashes flicker and shutters echo with the small chatters around the room.
"How ironic"
My words travel as i slip an exasperated sigh leaning back in my chair.
"What is?"
The voice causes me to lean forward to look at the man before me. The commercial's model for this shoot.
Tyson Miller.
He's got a pretty decent face, with his deep forest green gaze and dark brown rugged hair, don't forget his deep almost husky voice and a build that can fluster any woman for the cherry on top. But well, that's all that's going for him really.
He's got a pinch of skill if only he nurtured it properly. But who am i to lecture him on that. With his arrogant attitude he will sink his own ship before long.
"Don't worry about it." I brush him off as i check the camera angles "just a passing thought nothing noteworthy" shrugging as i cue the lighting director over.
"Right" Tyson's tone sounds almost growl-like. "If you got something to say just say it"
He pockets his hands practically sticking his nose up like some pampered prince of some multi-million dollar company.
"Back to your places everybody" i direct with a clap leading Tyson walking back on set with a glare.
"Say Cheese"
