A World Left Unknown

Chapter 9: Assignment 2

"Good morning world!" Says the little voice in my head that thinks we're the main character. For some wild reason, my body decided to wake me up a whole 20 minutes early before my alarm. That is not okay.

Peeling back the cocoon I impressively made for myself in my sleep, I hobbled across the cold hardwood into my bathroom to get ready for work.

Ah yes, it's a Monday.

I threw some moisturizer into my curly locks making sure this new style stays as long as possible. I can already feel the future laziness I'll get to be with this natural hair.

Its my favorite season in the world, autumn.  Now that it's much more tolerable outdoors, I put on my big girl shoes and went for jog....to the grocery store for nourishment.

Trying to be somewhat of an adult, I know I needed to make better choices in what I ate. I will be starting my days with a filling smoothie with fresh strawberries, bananas, blueberries, apples, chia seeds, kale, greek yogurt, cinnamon. I'll see how long that lasts.

After my quick run to the shop, I blended my breakfast and subsequent lunch before heading back upstairs to get dressed for work.

Its Monday, which means its my first official meeting with my boss, Donny Rockwell. That whole late night visit on Saturday was something I will never bring up. That's just too weird of a first impression.

Today I'll be wearing my hair in the style of half up, half down. A black spaghetti top with an old jean jacket over it paired with some dark joggers.

On the critters that guide me, will be my favorite shoes of all time, my sexy black suede timberland boots. They're a special occasion shoe so they still look just as good when they came from the store.

All dressed and ready for the day, I grabbed my unnecessarily large smoothie, camera bag, keys and left the house.
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Arriving to my workplace, I made my way through the front entrance. Just yesterday, I got to found out the receptionist's name.

"Good morning, Prue! Happy Monday!" She shot her head up from behind the computer so fast, it made her red bangs fall into her green wrinkled eyes.

"Morning, Ms. Weston!" she said with a wide smile cracking her purple lipstick at the corners of her mouth. Wow, someone's a little too excited for a Monday. "Oh and before I forget, Mr. Rockwell is here and expecting you."

My stomach automatically drained and made its way to my feet. I really hope he didn't see those photos. "Thanks..."

With a deep sigh, I scratch my signature against the plastic clipboard of the sign-in sheet and walked down the hall to my boss' office.

I gave the thick wood door a soft knock.

"Come in, Ms. Weston!", says the gritty voice. A deep sigh escaped my lungs. I took a few steps through the doorway to reveal my boss.

Walking towards his desk, I stretched my hand out to greet him, "Good morning, Mr. Rockwell. It's nice to finally meet you." His cold, spotted hand gave mine a firm shake.

For an older man, he's fairly attractive for his age! He had short salt and pepper hair, wrinkled olive-toned skin, and a Tom Selleck-esque gray almost white, mustache to match.

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Weston. I've been expecting you. Why don't we get started shall we?" He stated all matter-of-factly, motioning for me to sit.

He crossed his arms and leaned back into the creaky burgundy leather desk chair, "Right, let's talk about your photos."

Here we go. I begin to hold my breath.

He pulled out a pair of very thick reading glasses and preceded to place them on the tip of his nose. Giving the computer mouse a few clicks, he then turns the screen towards me.

"Describe this photo collection to me. What was your inspiration for it?" He asked while looking over the thick edges of his spectacles.

Seeing the photos, I was relieved. Phew.

"Um, well I took these around the time I first moved here. I felt that if I captured the different portions of this town, I could help present the idea to others of what a small town is really like. Everyone knows just about everyone. By name, face, or car model." I pointed all over the screen trying my darndest not to make eye contact.

"I see that a majority of your portfolio here is black & white. So, why did you decide to leave this particular one in color?"

"Oh! Well, I left that one in color because it was in an area of town that had such vast amounts of color in capitivating ways so I didn't want to hide that from the world. After all, Nailed It! was the first business I stepped foot in when I moved here."

While he studied the photo, Rockwell raised one of his gray eyebrows listening to my lengthy response making me nervous all over again. "Okay, so tell me Ms. Weston, do you think you have what it takes to photograph events? Candids for instance? I want to see what you can do with the movement because obviously you have a knack here for the inanimate." He questioned me intently.

"Well, yes sir. I believe I do", I said with fake confidence.

I'm totally lying. The closest I've ever gotten to photography that had to do with movement was trying to take a selfie on a bumpy bus ride. Not cool.

"Okay, so I have a challenge for you. Next week, there is going to be a concert about a half hour away in Studmen. I have permission from the manager to allow you to photograph the whole performance."

"Alright and who's performing?"

"It says they're called, The Era."

My jaw practically unhinged.
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