Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom nor Doses and Mimosas
A/N: Very sorry for the long wait. This chapter was rushed, my apologies if it weren't to your liking. Need a beta. Fast. Maybe if I had a beta I would be faster in creating the chapters. Less effort in fixing grammar. I have so many things to do, hanging out with my friends and socializing and trying to weave myself into the modelling world. And tests. And school papers. And writing original stories. And taking pictures in photoboxes. I want this new basic crop top I found in Topshop and Prada's s/s 2014 collection is just disappointing. The plot has not yet escalated in here but it will in the next. If I had time uploading or even writing it that is.
English is my second language so pardon the grammatical mistakes.
Those who like Death Note can check my story called Lost Memories. Thank you thank you very much. I love you all, my readers!
As for Sacrifice... be patient about that one. Perhaps after my papers and tests are finished I'd continue. Wish me luck, babies.
Blinding Flashlights
Start: 15 August 2013
Done: 24 September 2013
CHAPTER 2: FIRST SHOOT (PART ONE)
"Mr. Fenton—"
"Danny," he tiredly corrected.
Kayla disregarded this and continued instead, heels clacking beneath with both models tailing behind as they passed the glass door. "I expect you to be here again tomorrow at 7 AM sharp for the video shoot."
"Video?"
She didn't answer and kept walking fore.
"Kaylaaa," Paulina dragged on the A in a pitiful whine. "Why can't you just get Arran Beck, he's from your agency isn't he?"
The woman pretended not to hear while Danny snorted audibly. Paulina glanced over to him, face contorted distastefully.
"What, princess? Is everything not going according to your plan?" He jibed at her.
"Kayla!" Paulina screeched, taking hold of the woman's blazer sleeve, "I thought that when you said there was going to be a male model from your agency it wouldn't be Fenton! I didn't even know he was in your agency! Diablos, I didn't even know he was a model!"
"Stay calm, Paulina," Kayla patiently removed the hand from her sleeve. "There are going to be other male models inside, just not from my agency."
"Good riddance!" She squealed. "But I still don't want to be in the same picture as him!"
"Well then, you will have to talk to Miucca herself. She handpicked Danny from the list of models I gave her."
Making an ad campaign to represent ideas of the current collection from the brand is very crucial. It creates trend, the ad campaign itself would always be referred to when talking about the season, may it be Spring/Summer or Fall/Winter. Miucca Puchelli was a designer that creates ready-to-wear line and she's planned on doing "Iridescent" for her Fall/Winter collection. There were three segments that should be done and those included lookbook shots, magazines and store advertisements as well as creating an 'inspirational' video as the last.
Six models have been chosen, the rows of iridescent clothing have been lined up, the make ups spread, sunglasses and bags polished, cameras being set, busy bodies of teeming crews preparing for the lightings and themes as they smoothed up drapes and tidied up the cables—
And Danny thought that this was just too much.
Not to mention the fuming Latina next to him that certainly made the situation harder.
"Don't stand so close to me! I need my bubble!"
And to think that he had to endure her all day long.
Meeting the other models inside was awkward for Danny. He tried remembering some of their names to no avail, seeing how weird they sounded when Kayla and the other agent introduced them. But then again, Fenton wasn't really a generic name itself either. Nobody bothered introducing themselves to each other; the agents were the ones who did so. To create a friendly environment they said. Yeah, right.
"Can you please pass the water?"
Danny was sitting on the sofa, waiting for his turn to be prepped, a table with three water bottles upon it positioned next to him. He looked over to the voice. Pale masculine features, brown hair, he thought the name might have sounded Russian or something, if he wasn't mistaken. The face certainly looked Russian.
Danny reached for one of the bottles and handed it over.
"Thanks." The other male screwed open the cap and drank from it, Adam's apple bobbing.
"No problem," Danny shrugged.
He capped the bottle back and turned his head to Danny, "First time shooting?"
"How do you tell?"
"You look quite nervous that I can easily tell." He had a slight funny accent, Danny unconsciously noted.
The hybrid scoffed, putting elbows on his knees, back hunched over as he watched Paulina and another female model being applied make-up. She was throwing a small hissy fit when they pressed the eyeliner too hard on her eyes. "I do not."
The other laughed good-naturedly— a laugh he must have perfected to please others as he put together small pleasant talks, he thought. "Okay, you don't," he ceded. "It's a feat to have your first shoot with Miucca."
"So I heard." He wasn't in the mood to delight in the proffered amiability. His inner turbulent made him restless. He really hoped that his clone wouldn't just vanish in the middle of test. That would certainly raise unwanted, unanswerable questions.
The seemingly older man ceased laughing and stared pointedly at Danny, "You don't know anything about fashion." It's more of a statement than an answer. Danny felt rather judged by this, but then again, he really did not care about fashion in the first place anyway, so what would hurt.
"No, not really."
The other hummed in acquiescent. "I'm Dimitri. I believe I didn't quite catch your name before."
"Danny."
"Danny who?"
"Dimitri who?" The hybrid shot back. Dimitri laughed effervescently. Danny couldn't help the small smile that cracked over his face. Perhaps everything was not as bad as it looked like. And he could feel his clone still holding up well in the test.
"You're different. I can see why despite being new you are easily accepted here, sarcasm and witty comebacks work well for you," he said, voice lilted with his heavy accent.
"Thanks. Nice meeting you, Dimitri."
The other looked mildly surprised at the sudden suaveness, but then gave another laugh as he held out a hand. "Dimitri Averyanov."
"Fenton," Danny took the hand and shook it.
Don't get me started to love
I've had too much drink
Had too much time to think
So leave me alone
Crying when you're by yourself
Cause of what they think
About you
Makes time go slow, slow, slow
"Paulina, do you need any help with your attire? The other models are waiting for—"
"No!" A rustle, the sound of hurled high heels making contact with the wall, "and I still can't believe I would be in a photo shoot with a loser! Why is the world always cruel to good people? Can you not just get Arran instead to replace Danny? He is so charming!"
Kayla grunted lowly, closing the door to the changing room with a disgruntled bang; Paulina's incessant rattling still heard from within it.
"Kayla! Daddy will know!"
She ignored the insufferable whining to shush the girl instead. "If Miss Puchelli herself chose Mr. Fenton to be in the photo shoot then so be it," she paused, sucking in an inaudible breath. "It is not my decision nor it is yours, Miss Sanchez," she switched to formally addressing her. "Now be quick, your partner's done with donning up his clothes."
"He is not my partner!"
Sometimes, Kayla cursed her job. Putting up with whiny rich girls was not her forte.
Especially whiny rich girls with a father that could remove her from her job conveniently.
Danny sat giddily on his swivel chair, eyes rolled up while liquid pencil liner danced mercilessly upon his lids. It scared him a little that the sharp point would somehow stab his eyes any minutes with it being so close. Dimitri was mingling with the girls, telling jokes and amusing them as the other make-up artist applied foundation to his face.
He wondered if he would be suffering through this torture for much longer.
"First time shooting?"
He flicked his eyes and the make-up artist chided him.
"Sorry," Danny mumbled. The make-up nodded, apology accepted. He slowly rolled his pupils to where the voice had come. A pretty blondie was standing with the side of her hip resting on the edge of a table. Her arms were crossed languidly, head tilted to the side to scrutiny him.
"Pretty boy, I know a newbie when I see one," she said, flashing a lipsticked grin. Her teeth were perfect.
Danny didn't answer and just rolled his eyes up again when he was told to. The pencil liner almost stabbed him and he grunted.
"Not very much of a talker, are you? Dimitri said you are funny but I still don't get the meaning even until now, though. You don't say much."
Danny wanted to snort but he held back.
"I'm Clara Parkinson, the sister of Star Parkinson? Do you know her?"
"Star? From Amity Park?"
"Interested now, are we?" She gave a somewhat derisive giggle. "Why yes, I figured that the name Fenton is not just from around anywhere. Must be the freak boy Star talked about in every dinner."
Danny chose to not rise at the bait. Instead, he smiled. "Good to know she always think about me."
Clara didn't respond in the way he first expected her to, bristling and stomping off to annoy someone else. She laughed.
"I should text her that I'm talking to you right now, she'd be ecstatic to hear about you."
Danny shrugged this off and rolled his eyes to the left when the pencil moved to the right.
"All done, now don't move around your eyes too much and wait for the liner to dry," the make-up artist exclaimed happily.
Danny nodded. He looked over to Clara. "How long have you been modeling?" He asked as a mean of mild interest. She examined her nails moodily. "Four years, haven't you ever heard of me?"
"No. I've heard somewhere before that Star has a model sister, but I never knew your name."
She huffed. "You're no fun, I thought you'd be jumping up and down for my signature now," she joked.
Danny shrugged unconcernedly, eyes wide because the eyeliner was still drying.
It wasn't noticeable, the eyeliner, they only applied it to the upper lids of his eyes, said that the purpose was only to strengthen his features. He hates them and thought of them unnecessary. To bring out the shape of his eyes, they said. It was only likely that they said it as a feeble excuse. He was almost positively sure that they only wanted to make him suffer.
Tinted lip balm was annoying as well. He couldn't fathom how girls endure this sticky sensation coming from such product being on their lips. Sam wore purple lipsticks and she seemed just fine managing to go through high school being able to concentrate with it thick on her. It boggles him. He couldn't even keep his mouth from moving around with it feeling like there was gagging, sweet artificial candy-flavored glue on them.
"Well, well… I guess I'd have a juicy gossip to spread by the time I'm done with this shoot. Who knew that the freak boy Danny Fenton became a model?"
Great. Now beside just Paulina, Star and her freaking sister are going to spread the news around. And Tucker and Sam still haven't been informed.
Clara flashed him another grin and moved her hip off the table. Her heels clacked obnoxiously as she walked away.
"Ah, don't you just look handsome."
He looked up, lips smacking softly once to test its bothersome tackiness. Oh, it was the designer— the one who orchestrated the vexatious make-up on his face that was who. Miucca Puchelli was a woman in her forties, all high cheekbones and burgundy lips.
He smiled uncertainly, "Thank you?" He offered a somewhat answer.
"Don't thank me dear, thank your parents for giving you such face," Miucca flounced a hand, burgundy lips curling prettily. Danny gave a dimpled smile, his head nodding once in consent. He didn't really know how to respond, so he supposed he should just keep being quiet and looked pleasant. Miucca reminded him infinitesimally of a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. She had this imperious kind of air around her, full of authority and desires and all of it showing through her every movement, sayings and features. She spooked him a little if he were to be honest.
Not long after, all models proceeded for the shoot.
Something's gotta give soon
Or I'm going to loose it
Substance abuse it
And never come down
Fall off the deep end and fogging my English
What's the point of language
If you don't say what you feel
So with that being said
It was a whole mess. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, he didn't even know how to pose properly! Danny looked over to Dimitri. The man looked calm and appealing, unlike himself with his eyes in complete frantic, face twitching uncomfortably after the blitz hit his face. Clara had her arm around Dimitri's neck, while Paulina draped herself over Dimitri's chest, intentionally trying to be as far away as she could manage while still being in the same page as him. Danny kept his face blank and tried copying Dimitri's facial expression when a shout for the next pose was aired.
"New pose!"
He was startled when another female model grabbed his waist and did a pose. Asian— Chinese he supposed— hair short and black with long pale legs and bony shoulders. She was the tallest female model. He instinctively tried to disentangle himself but she followed his movement to the left. He accidentally brushed Paulina's side and the girl gave a screech of a warning but still managed to smile seductively for the camera when the blitz sputtered.
"Don't stand near me!" She hissed to him. Dimitri lifted an eyebrow and glanced at Danny.
He hated to be treated so derisively. He hated Paulina.
"New pose!"
He deliberately took hold of Paulina's waist while draping his other arm around the shoulder of the Asian model and smirked at the camera. Paulina was too startled to even school her expression, her eyes wide and mouth opened in a big O. The camera flashed.
"Great pose, Danny! I love your expression!" Miucca clapped excitedly, "Mischievous charmer!"
He grinned widely, nodding at Miucca. Paulina pushed him off and seemed ready to spray degrading remarks but Danny beat her into it. "Great pose, babe," he said with a wink. It's fun to push at Paulina's buttons.
She didn't have time to get angrier because the shout was aired again.
"New pose!"
To all the bitch ass hoes
That hate me the most
Oh yeah I hate you too
To all the punk ass fucks
That just want to talk shit
I hate you too
To all the high class ass
That's too hard to pass
Oh yeah I hate you too
Doses and Mimosas
Champagne and cocaine
Help to get me through
"How was your first shoot?"
Dimitri smiled at him when Danny was putting on his shirt back.
"Exciting."
"Paulina doesn't seem to like you much."
"She hates me."
"Well then, nice move you made back then. I would have done the same if someone were acting so bitchy to me like she did to you," he finished off with a laugh. "Well then, see you again someday."
"Bye."
A/N: The song seemed to fit with Danny's emotion here so I add it up. The title is Doses and Mimosas by Cherub. It's essentially what I feel every time I step foot onto my school's front gate.
