Thomas
The shutter of the camera cut through the silence of the studio like a guillotine every two seconds. "That's it, Allie! Keep your chin up, look for me with your eyes, give me that fire I asked for!" the photographer shouted from behind his lens, while the lighting assistants ran back and forth adjusting the bouncers. I entered without asking permission, with my shoulders relaxed and the smoke of the cigarette I had just extinguished still impregnated my jacket. I didn't care that the producer looked at me with an unfriendly face for interrupting the concentration of the set; I walked straight to the leather chairs in the catering, holding Maia's hand, who was laughing under her breath as she looked at the racks with the expensive clothes Allie had to wear. I collapsed in the main armchair, the one reserved for the "star" , and lifted Maia onto my knee without the slightest hint of embarrassment. I loved the awkward silence that arose in the staff every time I told him.
About Thomas
The shutter of the camera cut through the silence of the studio like a guillotine every two seconds. "That's it, Allie! Keep your chin up, look for me with your eyes, give me that fire I asked for!" the photographer shouted from behind his lens, while the lighting assistants ran back and forth adjusting the bouncers. I entered without asking per...Read more