The final stretch had passed in a blur of experimental shots and artistic freedom. With the commercial necessities handled, Sonya had been given permission to try more creative angles and lighting setups.
Rarely were they ever picked for the magazine itself, yet still I'd found myself contorted into positions that would have been taxing without flexibility. Draped in clothes and across furniture that probably cost more than a lot of what I own.
With backgrounds and props being almost chaotically moved about, as if these people hadn't just spent a whole day of hard work.
"That's a wrap!"
The call from Maia echoed through the studio and left everyone standing still for a moment. After a bit over twelve hours since walking through the door, the sudden quiet of all hands felt almost wrong.
