“Yes and no. A hit to his career won’t matter to him. He’ll still be in demand as a photographer no matter what. But he wants to hand me the credit. This is my first big project, and if I fail at it, it’s not going to look good on chinese model my resume.” That was an understatement. The fucking Titanic is what it would be.
“Surely Lee won’t hang you out to dry,” Josh soothed me. “He wouldn’t have handed it over to you if he didn’t think you could do it. He really likes you and I chinese model know he wants to help you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Honestly, I had no idea what Lee would do if these people didn’t like the photos. There would be no second chance here; he’d staked the whole shebang on me and my vision, and if I went down, I wasn’t sure if he would credit me for a success, but take the blame himself for a failure; or just let me hang myself. He was gambling big on me, and chinese model while I appreciated the confidence, it also scared the shit out of me. I knew chinese model the photos were good. Some of them were even great, but that didn’t mean a thing if they weren’t what the clients wanted.
Josh
chinese model had set his beer down and was sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to look at me where I was sitting on the floor, going through my gear, making sure I had every piece I’d brought with me. I checked it off a list when I located it. Anal, maybe, but some of this shit was costly enough I didn’t like having to replace it because I left it in some hotel.
“You know Finn, actually I was asking what’s next with you and me.”
“Oh,” I said. Despite my blank remark I knew exactly where he’d been
chinese model heading, and that’s why I started babbling my head off about work. I took a quick breath.
“So here’s the deal,” I began abruptly. “A big shoot like this is like being stranded on a desert island. For two weeks you’re in a bubble, thinking about only one thing, with the same people day after day
chinese model. I’ve seen it before. People get so close so fast, it’s like the relationship is on fast forward. What would normally progress
chinese model over a
chinese model period of weeks gets compressed into days. And then… suddenly the shoot
chinese model is over and you’re going back home. Suddenly you’re not with that person every day anymore.”
I paused and eyed Josh, but he was just staring at me.
“You’re going back to LA and I’m going back to New York. We’ll
chinese model be
chinese model on opposite sides of the country, but with cell phones and the internet, nowadays that’s not such a big deal, right? We’ll still be friends. We won’t see each other every day, but when I come to LA on shoots, we can get together, can’t we?”
Josh was silent and his eyes dropped slightly away from mine. My heart started to pound in my chest. What the hell did he want me to say?
“I really like you, Josh, and I wish you lived downstairs from me, but the fact is you don’t. We’ve
chinese model just been through a really intense experience together. It’s made us really close; but once we both get back to our own lives, we’ll start to lose some of that feeling because it isn’t a part of
chinese model our daily life.”
“Are you saying this isn’t real?” he asked bluntly. I felt cold all over, the same way I felt at the
chinese model cabin, when he told me he couldn’t be my friend.
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