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Matt.

The amount of squealing that buzzed down my phone was far to much for eight AM. I swear the speaker almost burst with the sheer number decibels forcing their way through the tiny machine. Not that it matters, I would still be able to hear her if I held the phone a foot away from me. Not to mention the time she phoned me at. Only people with no life get up volentarily at eight in the morning (Don't try and say, ohhh we have jobs/school. More proof why you have no life.) I think she used the few braincells she possessed to sense the evil eye I was sending her through the phone because luckily for me she soon rang off.

Apparently she wanted me to photograph the new models for whatever kind of shit she was selling now. The most I got out of the whole conversation though seemed to be comprised of 'Mattttttieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, it's so cuteeeeeee!' or something along those lines.

She only gave me an hour to get my ass out of bed and down onto the set. Like that was going to happen. I did manage to stumble out of bed, throw on clothes but when it came to have a cigarette...well I was twenty minutes late getting my butt out the door. Score.

Misa wasn't upset that I arrived late. I think she was happy that I actually showed up for a change, but there were some games coming out soon that I wanted and other less important things that needed doing. Like rent and water. The running tackle hug she gave me was uncalled for, I just patted her lightly on the head and mumbled something about setting up the cameras. She seemed to buy it and let me haul myself to my feet.

I managed to get the equipment out without much further harrassment from Misa, or her dick of a boyfriend. If I wasn't too lazy to extend my hand and slap that bitch upside the head I would've put two black eyes on his perfect face. Seriously he calls me queer. Please. That guy couldn't get more gay if he tried, but passed it off as being 'metrosexual'. Yeah I know. Bullshit.

The prissy men started to file in, stomping and flipping their hair like they ruled the earth. If you take advice, here's some. Do not work with models. That's how you lose your soul. With a sigh I kept my eyes on the camera, fiddling with the settings until I hit the right setting for the smokey light thing Misa had going on.

I didn't even blink when they started stripping. I had been warned it was a nude shoot (No idea why, it's not like they can publicise that on TV or billboards. Secretly I think Misa just keeps these photos under her bed and takes them out to look at.) so random naked men didn't cause as much of a freak out as it should in any straight male. I stuck the camera back onto the tripod, giving Misa a nod to tell her I was all set to go.