||[05 Nov 2007|02:54pm]
“Toronto is a beautiful place. To photographers, it is a vast ice land of perfect photo opportunities.”
“Opportunities huh?” Mark says aloud while tossing the magazine article into the fireplace. “What a load of crap! This is why I live with three other artists in an abandoned studio; having to burn magazines and newspapers, I find on the damn street, just to get warm. This is why I cannot find a model for my photo shoots. This is why I don’t have any money for food. Why me?”
“Why don’t you try holding a casting for some models, or at least ask around; instead, you sit on your ass and sulk.” Mentions another resident of the studio named Spike.
“I don’t know, you think that would work?” he asked.
“It’s worth a try isn’t it?” Spike replies.
Sitting on the windowpane, Mark looks out at the white landscape, in hopes of finding a drop of inspiration for a new theme. The winter view from his studio did indeed inspire him. Looking through the frosty glass at the intersection of King’s Street, he had a sense of déjà vu about a park her could see near there; he could remember himself playing there as a small child while his parents weren’t at home. He would make up stories about fairies and created imaginary fairy friends that he played with in the park. He stood up from the cold window and instantly knew what and where his next photo shoot would be. He would hold a casting call for the models that seem fairy like, with a cold sense about them as well, almost as if they were an Ice Fairy. Right away, Mark began to write up a flyer for the casting. He made the date a week from Moneday, this way he could have enough time to think of some really professional as well as personal questions for the girls; also, this gave him some time to get his friend Grace to prepare a wardrobe sketch.
“Where are they?” Mark asked himself; it was two hours past the allotted time for the girls who were interested in the job to show up. “This is why I don’t do casting calls…”
As Mark started to pack up he noticed a girl, about the same age as him, and being the gentleman that he is, decided to help her.
“Are you lost?” he asks her.
“Well, I’m looking for a Mark Rushwick. I found a flyer and it said to meet him here. I must have missed him. Damn. I didn’t mean t be late, my landlord turned off my power so my alarm clock didn’t go off and now I need some money and I thought I could model so I could pay off the rent and…” She paused with a confused expression on her face. “I’m really sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear a stranger’s problems today…anyways, thanks but I think I missed him. Have a good day.”
“YOUR PERFECT!!” he shouts, as she begins to walk away.
“Excuse me?” she says hesitantly.
“Oh, pardon me, I am Mark.” He says politely.
“Oh, so I didn’t miss you thanks goodness…well, is the job taken?” she asked.
“Um, I guess seeing how you are the only one to show up and you have amazing facial features, you’ve got the job.” He tells her with a flirtatious smile.
He eyes got big. “Oh my, thank you! Do you need to know anything else about me or anything? I mean of course you need to know information about me and I need to know you so I don’t just go off with some perverted stranger but ok sorry I will let you talk since I am rambling.”
“Whoa, calm down, why don’t we go have a cup of tea in the park where the photo shoot will be?” Mark replies.
“That sounds great.” She agrees.
“So tell me about yourself. I like to connect with my models; it helps for a better photo.”
“Well, my name is Isabella, but you can call me Is. I live in a small apartment with my pet rabbit and I am struggling to get by; hence, I am here with you. Nevertheless, how about this photo shoot? Is there a theme behind it? Oh, and I really don’t do topless shoots, is this a problem?” Is was trying to get as little but useful information out about her, she didn’t want to reveal her childhood secret that has be in scripted on her body ever since.
“Not at all. The theme has a European fell to it. Winter settings, snow, ice that kind of theme; however, you are going to be dressed as a fairy.”
Isabella’s heart stopped. Fairy photos shoot. “How strange…” she thought to herself as she ran her hand down her back. As she tuned out what Mark was saying, she wondered if somehow he knew, or if this was meant to be. Isabella knew she told no one about her being half fairy, half-human. The scars on her back were the marking points of her wings that only appeared when the moon was new. She could help also wondering if she should tell him, but declined…she didn’t know him well enough. Yet.
“Here we are!” he said.
“Wow, I am awestruck. It is amazing. Just like a fairy tale.” She told him.
“Go, explore, I will warm the tea.” He told her.
As she walks away, he pulls out his camera to take some pictures to see how she photographs. “You’re beautiful on film.”
“What did you just take my pictures?” she shouted in a scolding voice.
“Yes, I needed to see how you looked on film. Did I do something wrong?”
Again, thinking she couldn’t tell him yet, she shook her head. She knew what day it was, as long as he took the pictures before it got dark, her wings would be concealed and it would be safe.
So they sat and chatted until the sunset began. Such beautiful colors; reds, yellows, oranges, greens, blues, and even the violets were shown as the sun was descending. As they began to pack up by candle light, Is tried to rush away. She could feel her wings emerging from her back.
“I’ve got to go. See you Monday here at 10 am.” She said as she shuffles off.
“Wait, one more in the dark okay?” he shouts as she turns around.
“What?” she asked, but it was too late, she saw a bright flash and at that point she fell to the snow covered ground, gasping for breath. She knew that camera’s kill fairies, or any part of fairy and she now had to fight for her life. Mark rushed over to her and held her in his arms. “What did I do?” he though frantically to himself.