Superpowers
‘Parker, could you move slightly to the right, please?’
Bruce, the photographer, called out to me, and I adjusted my position accordingly. I’d been on enough shoots now to know the drill. I could take any direction and perfect it. What can I say? It was one of my superpowers.
‘Perfect. Now don’t move a muscle,’ he said. The shutter clicked, and the lights flashed with every image he took.
Staying as still as I possibly could, my mind wandered back to my very first modelling shoot, back when I had just turned eighteen. It had been an underwear shoot, and I had been prepping for weeks in the gym, trying to get into the best shape I could. I’d been overly cocky, telling everybody who would listen that I would be the next best thing, and that my Calvin Klein covered junk would be on every billboard in the city.
I’d been very wrong.
Until next time,
