JUDE
I am slowly realizing that I do love cameras.
I love being looked at, posing, being praised that I am looking fantastic, that yes, the way my eyes are is sexy, to do it more …
I love the attention, the feeling that comes with being told to be this and that, for me to do it, and then being praised for it.
The photographer has called me a natural. I don't think so, but I am not tense or nervous once the lights are down and the beam of light is only focusing on me.
I don't think of anything else, or who is in the room with me, no. All I am hearing is the photographer's voice, the camera shutters going on rapidly with every move I make, looking at me, capturing every tiny detail of me.
It's a famous magazine, teen edition, and I have been told I will appear on the cover. The look Elio gave me today is soft, alluring, and ethereal.
