now, let's stick with the black and white."
"Yes, yes it does. I can't wait to see what you come up with once you start shooting me actually performing."
"Yes," I replied. "We need to sit down and schedule some dates where I can shoot you in action. Unless you have something else in mind."
"Such as?"
"Well, you work with students and young people. Perhaps I could catch you doing something like that."
"Hmmmm. You do know, Mary Queen of Scots, you are going to need to hire an assistant at some point. Especially if you're going to start filming video."
"Yes, I know. For now, though, just let me live the moment. Oh, and by the way, I do have everything in color should you want it."
"Perfect. Well, would you like for me to accompany you to the meeting or would you be more comfortable arriving on your own and just meeting there?"
I stared at the mounted images before me and grinned. I had made and mounted three copies of everything—one for my gallery, one for Daniel and the other for the label. "I think I can manage on my own, this one time. But thanks for offering. I've got some other clients to get back to before the meeting."
He chuckled. "Other clients? Mary, soon I will be your primary client."
"Really? And you, sir, are quite cocky."
"That I am. So, I guess I shall see you this afternoon then?"
"Yes. Are you going straight home?" I asked.
"Yes, why? Would you like to come?"
Ignoring his comment, I walked over to one of the brick walls and picked up a wrapped package. I placed it in front of him. "It's best if you do go directly home. These are for you. Copies of what you’ve see here."
He glanced down at the large bundle, then at the photos he'd just looked at, and finally at me. I had overwhelmed him and he was looking for words to describe how he felt. "Thank you," he whispered.
"My pleasure," I replied. "I hope you enjoy them."
Chapter Five
With Daniel's tour in Europe underway and the new video and other marketing tools in place, his new CD dropped. It soared up the classical, and even some cross over charts, to where he was more in demand when he was home than when he was on the road. Requests came in for magazine interviews as well as television time.
I threw myself back into my work. Word was getting around that I was the one responsible for Daniel's new images. I had to admit though, they were pretty freakin' awesome. My best work, ever.
I began to wonder if he was simply no more than a blip on the radar of my life. He still texted me from the road and called when he had a free minute—either from the road or home, but there was something different. He was completely focused on what was going on around him. He’d been right; a serious relationship had no place in his life. Not now. He'd warned me.
Then one night, late, I received a phone call from him. He was in London, a night off before embarking on several dates in the U.K. I glanced at the clock as I peered down at the phone and saw his name blaring back at me.
"Hello?" I feigned a sleepy sound in my voice, but it went right over his head.
"Mary Queen of Scots! What are you doing, sweet?" His normally quiet voice boomed.
"Sleeping, I think, Daniel."
"Well, put on a robe or something. I've just arrived in front of your building."
"You've what? Daniel, do you know what time it is?"
"Yes, now grab your robe or whatever and open the door. Unless you'd rather greet me in the nude. Actually, I think I'd rather like that."
"Perv! I'm on my way." I disconnected and pulled myself out of bed. How did he know I was sleeping nude? Lucky guess. Throwing on my silk, red robe, I hurried down the hall to let him in.
I undid the locks to his knocking, opened the door and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. The locks were barely redone when Daniel turned me around to face him. Before I had a chance to blink, he had my robe untied, my nude body on display.
He reached down, laying the bag he was carrying on the floor,
"Yes, yes it does. I can't wait to see what you come up with once you start shooting me actually performing."
"Yes," I replied. "We need to sit down and schedule some dates where I can shoot you in action. Unless you have something else in mind."
"Such as?"
"Well, you work with students and young people. Perhaps I could catch you doing something like that."
"Hmmmm. You do know, Mary Queen of Scots, you are going to need to hire an assistant at some point. Especially if you're going to start filming video."
"Yes, I know. For now, though, just let me live the moment. Oh, and by the way, I do have everything in color should you want it."
"Perfect. Well, would you like for me to accompany you to the meeting or would you be more comfortable arriving on your own and just meeting there?"
I stared at the mounted images before me and grinned. I had made and mounted three copies of everything—one for my gallery, one for Daniel and the other for the label. "I think I can manage on my own, this one time. But thanks for offering. I've got some other clients to get back to before the meeting."
He chuckled. "Other clients? Mary, soon I will be your primary client."
"Really? And you, sir, are quite cocky."
"That I am. So, I guess I shall see you this afternoon then?"
"Yes. Are you going straight home?" I asked.
"Yes, why? Would you like to come?"
Ignoring his comment, I walked over to one of the brick walls and picked up a wrapped package. I placed it in front of him. "It's best if you do go directly home. These are for you. Copies of what you’ve see here."
He glanced down at the large bundle, then at the photos he'd just looked at, and finally at me. I had overwhelmed him and he was looking for words to describe how he felt. "Thank you," he whispered.
"My pleasure," I replied. "I hope you enjoy them."
Chapter Five
With Daniel's tour in Europe underway and the new video and other marketing tools in place, his new CD dropped. It soared up the classical, and even some cross over charts, to where he was more in demand when he was home than when he was on the road. Requests came in for magazine interviews as well as television time.
I threw myself back into my work. Word was getting around that I was the one responsible for Daniel's new images. I had to admit though, they were pretty freakin' awesome. My best work, ever.
I began to wonder if he was simply no more than a blip on the radar of my life. He still texted me from the road and called when he had a free minute—either from the road or home, but there was something different. He was completely focused on what was going on around him. He’d been right; a serious relationship had no place in his life. Not now. He'd warned me.
Then one night, late, I received a phone call from him. He was in London, a night off before embarking on several dates in the U.K. I glanced at the clock as I peered down at the phone and saw his name blaring back at me.
"Hello?" I feigned a sleepy sound in my voice, but it went right over his head.
"Mary Queen of Scots! What are you doing, sweet?" His normally quiet voice boomed.
"Sleeping, I think, Daniel."
"Well, put on a robe or something. I've just arrived in front of your building."
"You've what? Daniel, do you know what time it is?"
"Yes, now grab your robe or whatever and open the door. Unless you'd rather greet me in the nude. Actually, I think I'd rather like that."
"Perv! I'm on my way." I disconnected and pulled myself out of bed. How did he know I was sleeping nude? Lucky guess. Throwing on my silk, red robe, I hurried down the hall to let him in.
I undid the locks to his knocking, opened the door and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. The locks were barely redone when Daniel turned me around to face him. Before I had a chance to blink, he had my robe untied, my nude body on display.
He reached down, laying the bag he was carrying on the floor,
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