Just Us
Questioned
We had finished the shots for "Black or White" and I headed off to get my outfit taken off. I rounded a corner to the dressing room and slammed straight into someone. We both fell opposite directions and paper's went flying everywhere. I fell on my back and tried to get up.
Suddenly a hand thrust out towards me. I grasped it and saw the person I had run into trying to capture the flying papers.
"I'm so sorry about this." I apologized. I began to gather bunches of paper and when I had gathered as many as I could I stood and saw it was a girl. She flipped her head back up and I could see her face clearly. Her hazel eyes were wide with confusion and frustration. Small peices of her long black hair stuck to her face and she attempted to wipe them away. I handed the papers to her and she lifted her head to see my face.
"No, it's okay Mr. Jackson." She said I a soft voice and rushed past me. I began to peruse her but John caught me.
"Hey, Mike we need to get goin' on the next shoot." He slung his arm over my shoulder and wisked me off tothe next shoot.
I wanted to know who that mysterious girl was, but I had a full schedual. I left the video shoot and headed to a photo shoot. I wasn't very keen on getting my picture taken but it's what my publisist said would make me "even bigger". I dressed in a black jacket with what looked like a cop badge on the front and an armband on it. I let my hair down. I had uncommonly long hair back in the early 90's and I liked it like that. I stood in front of the camera for about an hour and ahalf before the photographer said we had enough. I gasped with relief and that's when I saw her and a man arguing. I walked over to her as the man left.
"Oh, hello Mr. Jackson. How may I help you?" She asked. I smiled.
"Hello..." I stopped to wait for her to give her name.
"Oh, Annabell. But you can just call me Anne." She said. Anne. I loved the name Anne, it just sounded so peaceful and beautiful. I nodded and shook her hand. She had wrapped her hair up in a pony tail since the morning and I could see her whole face. She was quite pretty and I desired to talk to her more, but I had to leave for home. I had another busy day ahead of me tomarrow.
I bid her a goodbye, but not before I asked her for her phone number.
Suddenly a hand thrust out towards me. I grasped it and saw the person I had run into trying to capture the flying papers.
"I'm so sorry about this." I apologized. I began to gather bunches of paper and when I had gathered as many as I could I stood and saw it was a girl. She flipped her head back up and I could see her face clearly. Her hazel eyes were wide with confusion and frustration. Small peices of her long black hair stuck to her face and she attempted to wipe them away. I handed the papers to her and she lifted her head to see my face.
"No, it's okay Mr. Jackson." She said I a soft voice and rushed past me. I began to peruse her but John caught me.
"Hey, Mike we need to get goin' on the next shoot." He slung his arm over my shoulder and wisked me off tothe next shoot.
I wanted to know who that mysterious girl was, but I had a full schedual. I left the video shoot and headed to a photo shoot. I wasn't very keen on getting my picture taken but it's what my publisist said would make me "even bigger". I dressed in a black jacket with what looked like a cop badge on the front and an armband on it. I let my hair down. I had uncommonly long hair back in the early 90's and I liked it like that. I stood in front of the camera for about an hour and ahalf before the photographer said we had enough. I gasped with relief and that's when I saw her and a man arguing. I walked over to her as the man left.
"Oh, hello Mr. Jackson. How may I help you?" She asked. I smiled.
"Hello..." I stopped to wait for her to give her name.
"Oh, Annabell. But you can just call me Anne." She said. Anne. I loved the name Anne, it just sounded so peaceful and beautiful. I nodded and shook her hand. She had wrapped her hair up in a pony tail since the morning and I could see her whole face. She was quite pretty and I desired to talk to her more, but I had to leave for home. I had another busy day ahead of me tomarrow.
I bid her a goodbye, but not before I asked her for her phone number.