|The bar where Josh and I got our fruity little Christian-school, under-21 drinks|
|Sultry lounge, anyone?|
|This is made out of magazine pages!|
Nico Merrit of Fusion Salon planned on retouching my roots a couple hours before the shoots, but the process took longer than we had anticipated and I was fifteen minutes late to my shoot.
When I arrived, Cheryl told me that she was leaving and that I would have to travel to another city later on to reschedule my shoot. I knew that Josh and I could not afford such a trip, and try as I might, I could not keep myself from crying over my missed chance. Cheryl took pity on me and agreed to do the shoot quickly.
I paid her sitting fee, and twenty minutes later, it was all over. I had fumbled my way, puffy-eyed and half-crying with no hair or makeup done, through what was supposed ot be the most important photo shoot of my life.
And that shoot cost me a pretty penny, let me tell you what.
Needless to say, I am feeling a bit downtrodden. The best I could do to cheer myself up was to take a few pictures of the beautiful hotel where the shoot was to take place and to snap a “sneak peak” of the final portfolio.
|On the escalator holding up the dress I wore for the shoot
and trying not to look like I’ve been crying
|Josh snapped this “gem” of my other shoot outfit once I got home.
Didn’t exactly make me feel better.