I went to the studio where I was told to meet Shawn by Ms Salem. I was so glad she wasn't coming, I don't think I would have survived her shade today.
I was supposed to be taking shots of him and the place was much emptier than expected.
I expected to be much like the first day I'd gotten the job. Busy, hectic and noisy.
I was shocked to find Laura to be among the small amount of people here.
"Hey!" She greeted over the station of mirrors she was standing by.
"Hey Laura. What are you doing here?"
"Working." She smiled. She was so bubbly.
"You work here?"
"Duh, what do you..." Her speech faltered while looking at something behind me which made me look back too. It was Shawn. "Oh, You're here already, sit here and I'll just get my stuff in order."
She pulled out a huge box and opened it. It was filled with all the types of make-up you could imagine.
I didn't see that coming. I didn't think she was Shawn's make-up artist.
And what's even more shocking is that I didn't think guys wore make-up.
Laura applied the make-up while Shawn was busy on his phone again. Typical celebs, always stressing over their social media accounts.
I craned my neck to get a glimpse of what social media account he was on and turns out he was actually playing candy crush.
"Shawn," Laura frowned.
"Mmm?"
"Have you been moisturising daily like I told you to?"
"Um... yes?" He questioned rather than answered. "No."
"What did I say about it?"
"I know, but moisturising takes soooo much time!" He groaned. "And why do I have to?"
"Because you skin is as dry as fuck Shawn, that's why you have to. You're ageing faster than my great aunt."
"Laura, I don't have time to do something so unnecessary. I have a very...tight schedule."
"I'll show you what tight is when I shove my heels up your ass."
I laughed looking at them fight like siblings.
He looked into my direction, noticing my presence for the first time. He had makeup on only parts of his face, which made me laugh even more. He looked into the mirror and started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, choking on giggles.
"I don't know why I'm laughing." He laughed.
"Then stop laughing."
"I can't." He said trying to catch his breath. "Your laugh is infectious."
×××
I didn't know why I was taking pictures of Shawn and his... should I say replica.
He was standing with a doll that looks almost identical. Like a identical Chucky version of him.
He seemed at little unnatural with the doll.
"So, what is this?" I asked genuinely. Seriously what is this?
"Me, I...guess? He said.
"You don't like it, do you?"
"They made miniature dolls of me and it's super creepy. He chuckled. " You think so too, don't you?"
I denied just to make him feel better about the doll. "It's not that bad...it looks like you. It's cute."
"I you implying that I'm cute?"
"No, yes, I mean it's..."
"It looks nothing like me and I'm not cute."
"You got that right..." I mumbled under my breath.
"At least you agree. I'm not cute, I'm hot." He fanned himself.
I rolled my eyes.
"Just kidding," he laughed. "my mother didn't raise me a brag. But seriously, this thing is ugly."
"It sure is, no surprise it looks like you."
"Ouch." He held his hand to his heart, mockingly wounded.
"Just act natural and smile. I want to go back to my soulmate."
"You're dating?"
"Yep, a wonderful person named tv."
"Ha. I'm already with my soulmate."
"Camila's here?" I said, excitement clouding my head. He pulled out his phone. Omg! He's calling her!
"No, it's my phone. What would Camila be doing in my pants."
That's not where I thought she was.
"Just, just shut up and smile." I ordered and he did just that.
If only I could do the same to Ms Salem.
×××
I have my remote, I have my food, I have my blanket. Could life get any better?
This could be one of the best Cam-tastic Friday I've ever had spending it in this hotel. The only thing remaining to do to make this night perfect is to fall asleep watching tv.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Argh, what now!
I went up to the door only to find Shawn standing outside wearing an exoctically embroidered shirt.
"Clumsy, I'm going out."
"Okay. Have a good time." I said closing the door, eager to continue my Cam-fest.
"Woah," He stopped me from closing the door. "you're coming with."
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"Yes, you do. I'm your boss."
"No, Ms Salem is." I said indignantly. I never thought that I'd be this eager to admit that she is my boss.
"That's cute," he laughed walking away. "meet me down in twenty minutes."
"You know that I'm not coming right?" I shouted across the hallway and he didn't even acknowledge what I just said. And I meant it.
Who am I kidding, I don't want to get fired. Of course I'm coming.
But this means I'll have to wear a bra.
Thanks a lot Shawn.
×××
I rode with Shawn to the party. Shocking? I know.
"What I'm I doing here?" I questioned as we made our way inside.
"Working." He said discretely. "You brought your camera with you right?"
"Carry it everywhere I go." I waved it in the air.
"Good."
"Good." I mocked.
"Hey, you keep up with that attitude, you might just get yourself fired."
"Alright...Benson."
"What?"
"What?" I reiterated, acting confused.
"Very mature." He said earning himself an eyeroll from me.
He soon parted from me, mingling with people from the party, leaving me in an awkward position.
Should I take a photo? Should I socialise? Should I kill myself in the bathroom?
Nah, Maybe later.
I decided to sit down on the table and fidget with my phone, trying hard to not to dose off. After a few excruciating minutes, I decided that the bathroom idea wasn't so bad.
Hola." I overheard Camila Cabello shouting into Shawn's ears.
Shawn kissed her lightly on the cheek. "How was your flight?"
"Exhausting, I barely made it out alive. Yours?"
"Mmm." He shrugged.
I was frozen during their whole exchange. Camila? Omg, I'm seeing stars!
"Oh, Clumsy, have you met Camila?" Shawn called me over.
"Have I?" My eyes bulged out of my head. "Hi." I put my arms forward shakily.
"Are you really called Clumsy?" Camila question.
"Yes." I snapped nervously. "I mean no." I shook my head.
"So it's like a nickname, because you're-- Clumsy?"
"No."
"Yes." Shawn and I said at once before we looked straight into each other's eyes.
Shawn was first to break from the gaze. "She so is, remember the girl that fe--"
"Blah! Blah!" I said putting my hands over his mouth to shut him up.
Camila gave a faint laugh. "So I can see that you guys are friends."
"Quite the opposite really, I work for him."
"Exactly. Not for Ms Salem." He corrected.
"As what?" Camila questioned.
"His photographer, I actually get paid taking photo's of this hot mess."
"Key word being hot." He added.
"Really? I haven't seen you take a single photo of him tonight."
"Yeah, but I can take one now."
"No. Take a picture of me first."
"Alright, alright." I smiled. "But there's one problem."
"What?"
"The lighting is terrible."
"Can we check somewhere else then?"
"Sure."
×××
The bathrooms. It was an odd setting but the lighting was managable there.
Camila gave a simple, classic pose, hands on her hips.
"That's a boring pose." I huffed.
"I'm trying to get the message on my jersey across."
"Nobody will get it if you be boring."
"What should I do then."
"I don't know, you're the celebrity."
"Okay, time to bring out the big guns." Camila she determined.
She twisted, she turned, she flipped her hair. It made the picture a little blurry but, goodness me, she still looked flipping amazing.
In one word I could say that Camila simply 'Slayed.'
Once she ran out of poses and walked back into the rest of civilisation.
"If you're not busy," Camila fidgeting with her fingers. "would you mind taking some photo's of me. You don't have to if you don't want to. Unless you want to. Not that I'm assuming that you're going to agree--"
"Sure, sure. It's not like I have a life. I'm free like all the time."
"Really? I hope I'm not intruding on your job."
"Not at all, besides I could use a little break from Ms Salem."
"I understand, I can't stand her."
"You don't like her?"
"Are you kidding? Susan is the worst."