Capture the Moment

Topic to: @Osiris

It was a whole different experience to have a known face come to her studio. Normally Tessa only got to do shoots with regular people or even just friends of hers. She had her muses, their best shots placed on some sort of "shot of fame" as she called it, which was just a bulletin board with her best shots. It showed the wide range of the people she captured in photos, from the elderly on the street to a few not-that-well known models here in her studio.
But it must have been that recent photography-competition that had made some sort of manager catch her in their view. She was setting up the lights half an hour prior, mostly just assuming where it would have to be, so when he arrived, all she would have to do was re-adjust them. A light café-ambience kind of calm tune was playing in the background, just some random video she had found on the internet. When she was done she sat in her beanie-bag on the floor, waiting for the guy to arrive, feeling kind of nervous and excited at the same time.

She hadnt realized anyone was there before she heard a well known voice across the room. The phone that she had pulled out eventually flew out of her hands and onto the floor but she paid no mind as she scrambled to her feet. “Oh shit. Fuck... Um, hi!” she spoke, fast and yet a little nervous as she looked at him with utter awe in her eyes. An actual celebrity in her studio, she couldnt believe it! When he said her name, she sworn she could have passed out... well not actually passing out, but just behaved in that typical starstruck behaviour. She must have stared for a while and realized, frowning to herself as she shook her head.
“Sorry.... Sorry! Pictures, yes. Photography, clicky clicks.” She reminded herself in a mumble as she went to gather her camera. She looked through a box of lenses before she looked back at him. “Sooooo.... What’s it like being famous?” She asked. She wouldnt call herself unknown, but it wasnt as if being a part of a well known seraphim-bloodline called for much recognition beyond their own species. She pointed at a cross on the floor for him to stand on, so she could adjust the lights.

She listened as she was adjusting the lights, frowning a little when he said it could be a pain. That wasnt what was shown on the media, but then again, she would only guess that famous people were just normal beings at times too - As long as they werent shining bright on tv. When he started to speak of how photographing a celebrity normally was done, she frowned a little confused, but somehow her naive nature and nervousness got the best of her. She felt her lip quiver a little as she thought of what to say, "I-is that really how it's done?" she mumbled a little perplexed, looking at her camera and the lens as she contemplated it.
When he said she had to drop some of her clothing, she felt her hands shake a little. "I... what?" she whispered, shaking her head. She couldnt. That didnt seem right. When he started walking for the door, she felt her eyes sting a little. "Wait!" she said, feeling her chin quiver a little as she placed the camera on the stand. Her hands were shaking a little. "If it's how the famous do it, then I guess I have to," she said in a shaky voice like she was pep-talking herself, not really feeling comfortable with it by one bit, but she had told herself she wanted those pictures. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a simple bra underneath, her shoulders shaking a little as she covered herself a little with her arms. "Please get on the spot," she said in a timid tone.

When he asked what she wanted, she frowned a little when he asked if she wanted him to take his shirt off. Shaking her head, she didnt find it that appropiate and frankly she was still quite uncomfortable with the fact that she wasnt wearing a shirt anymore. "I think you have enough of pictures like those. I wanted something different, that may be weird," she said, her voice a little shaky but she probably wouldnt get over it as long as her chest was exposed as it was. She pointed towards a plant on a shelf, "Just look at it. And think of something that makes you happy. Or not happy. But content with everything, like a memory that makes you visibly happy," she said in a timid tone, adjusting the camera before she placed her eye to look through the lens.
She knew it seemed like a complicated task because she couldnt know if he had a memory like that. So she just waited and let him think if it was something do-able for him. Surely as an actor, expressions didnt come that hard to him to search for a certain emotion?

She sighed at his question, thinking about it for a second before she shrugged. "I have been taking pictures since I was three. I just picked up one of those disposable cameras, and my mom said that I wanted to do nothing else than just take pictures after that, even if it was three pictures of my foot and another ten of a blank wall or a finger on the lens" she said as she snapped a few pictures, switching angles. She slowly seemed to forget that she wasnt wearing a shirt, because she was far more focused on just doing her job and doing it right. She checked the pictures and nodded a few times to herself before she looked up at him. "I'm done with that angle. Can you look at the red shoe?" she said, pointing to one red shoe that sat on top of one of her shelves on the other side of the room. She lifted the camera and snapped a few shots. "Generic question incoming. Why did you chose acting?" she asked, now that he had asked about her photography origin.

She narrowed her eyes a little at his answer but then nodded a few times and snapped a few pictures of the new position he got into. His addition made her chuckle as she was a little surprised to hear that he thought she was nice. "Thanks," she said without really addressing it further, because what would you do when a celebrity thought you were nice? Freaking out wouldnt really be an option as she was supposed to stay professional. She instead noticed how he started to seem bored. She turned off her camera and reached down to grab her shirt before pulling it back over her head. "Let's go out for a bit. Grab a drink or something to eat, stretch our legs," she said with a small smile, grabbing her jacket before she nodded for him to follow. She didnt know if he needed something to cover up but if she could give him anything, even just an oversized sweater or something, she would offer him it. Outside the weather was quite nice, warmth in the air from spring starting, but a little windy which was why she wore her jacket. She popped her hands in her pockets and walked a calm pace. "So what are you in the mood for? A cup of coffee on the go? Small lunch? Big lunch?" she asked, listing all sorts of opportunities. She was starting to feel a little hungry herself.