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Adam had been working for almost ten hours without a break. He was at least able to smoke, but the catering tables were far from here: along the hall, down the first flight of stairs, through a room or two, maybe crawl through a cave, then battle your way through an obstacle course and you might finally find it. The only proof he had that it actually existed was he kept having to radio various members of his crew, and their location always seemed to be at the catering tables.

There was too much to do. The video had to be finished by tonight and he was prepared to stay for as long as it took. Music videos were not his preference. He was much more into photo shoots, celebrity portraits and two page spreads in magazines for designer labels. The process was more fulfilling and the work got far better exposure. However, this was a band he really liked and the concept was pretty good.

Any professional knows when their head is out of the game, so to speak. Adam realised that his concentration and objectivity were frayed to dangerous level, and choosing to continue at this stage would only make things more confusing, harder to execute and ultimately, longer to finish. With the current shot finished, he yelled,

‘CUT! Alright, nice, nice. That was great, perfect. Everyone take twenty minutes and we’ll be back for the final shots. John, I need you to find the guy with the panels and have those set up. Andre, please escort the girls down to wardrobe and on to makeup from there. Can some body please get me a sandwich or a roll or just…anything actually!’

Adam slumped onto a couch and it’s soft folds enveloped him with open arms. His eyes were just closed when his assistant Ricardo slumped next to him.

‘Man, what a big day, good work Adam. This is turning out great. I’m gonna make a call soon to K7 and let them know that we are gonna make their band famous.’

‘Cool man, nice one. Thanks for all your help today.’

‘Hey ah, one of the producers stopped by earlier and he was asking about the girls.’

‘The girls? What about them? Was he happy?’

‘No, not happy, ecstatic! Amazed! He wants you to call him in the morning so he can get the Model Agencies contact. He tells me he’s got three more shoots lined up for a lot of these girls.’

‘Hmmmm, well, I think he is gonna be in for a shock then.’

‘I don’t tell me that man, I gotta stay in this guy’s good books, if you know what I mean.’

‘All these girls are female escorts,’ Adam says, happy with himself. ‘Female escorts are the way to go on these things. I can be dealing with models and their delusions of grandeur, their stupid unrealistic demands.’

‘Female escorts? But these girls are, wow, far out…’ Ricardo trails off for a moment, then,

‘These girls are so gorgeous, they should be models.’

‘No, they should stay female escorts; they earn more, the work is better and you have to do far less of it to get the better cash. In fact, it’s the models that should become escorts! But I don’t think they could handle it. So yeah, tomorrow I will gladly call up the producer and tell him to hire these girls again. And should he need outstanding, professional girls in future product, to always go with female escorts.’