Break:Do Or Die Sequel

CHAPTER 2 

"Alright, it's showtime, guys!" I shook down my shirt and gathered the models towards the background for the group photo feature. I stepped on my platform and cued the tech to raise me to the set level. These photos were coming out to my satisfaction and distracting me from the world outside of the room. These men had been in the business no more than 2 years, but they were giving me their best and it was showing.  

No stress. 

No anxiety. 

Only flashes, fashion, and these models working it. 

About 10 minutes after the group session we prepared for the solo shoots for the individual panels. As the platform lowered, the group scattered around the room with the exception of one. I skimmed through the computer for the photos recently taken, allowing the first model to prepare himself if needed. 

"Woo, Chocolate City!"  

I glared up looking at the model already posing and flexing in front of the models.  

"Y'all ain't ready to see this," the model jokingly said, dapping one of the others. 

"Hey, tell him don't break your expensive camera!" 

My eyebrow rose up as I stood straight. "Are you talking to me?" 

The model on set laughed and took a stance. "You talkin' to me?" He mocked in Robert De Niro's voice. The other models laughed, reciting other lines from Taxi Driver.  

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" I yelled. "I don't have time to be playing. Y'all acting like a bunch of amateurs. Are you grown ass models or little boys?" I could feel my patience getting cut short already. 

"I see why Ms. Gray said not to joke around with her. No sense of humor," I heard one model whisper. 

I was taken aback by the model's  comment and took a quick exhale. I stepped back on my platform in complete silence, only hearing a moderate amount of noise from the models behind me. I cued the tech for both lighting and to control the platform. "Okay, I need you to sell the clothes for me through your body." 

"Well then. I didn't know my name was Okay," he joked. A few models snickered softly shaking their head in "disapproval" towards him. I could tell they were expecting me to explode with something back. 

"Well Mr. Okay, what is your name?" 

"Sean Benoit," he grinned. "You can call me Chocolate City on Tuesdays and Thursdays, if you desire." 

"Mr. Benoit, the only thing I desire is for you to do your job and stop goofing around so we can get on with this." 

Sean bowed his head in agreeance and looked directly in the lens with fierceness. His brown eyes lit up from the backlights and lips formed the craftiest smirk. His dreadlocks wrapped delicately around his neck, the tie and shirt perfectly attached to his body. For someone who was a class act for his friends, he connected with the camera in a natural way. 

I was lowered from my platform and started my profile shots of Sean. His strong confidence beamed off of him, possibly in the form of being egotistical. Sean's lips slowly parted, his stare looking past the camera and at me. He started to loosen his tie, undid the first few buttons, and partially untucked his shirt from his pants. 

"Don't do it to her, Chocolate City!" 

Sean's head tilted and body relaxed against a nearby post, legs crossed. "Go ahead. I won't bite...hard." 

My face formed a impassive expression as I looked at his altered look head to toe. I ignored his comment and began to snap the photos. With every picture I took, this glow he had increased the quality. He was good at his job, his personality not showing on his face but still incorporated in his poses.