(Well this took too long to make. Curse you house with no interwebs. *shot* owie! This is between yours truly. You may lurk. )
A call from his twin brother, and it was off to work. It's noon when Drake Michealis started to head off to the modeling agency, and he was already 30 minutes late, due to the trains and all. Ahh, New York City, and the damn subway. Drake said in his mind, as he boarded the A train from upper Manhattan, heading downtown.
Once he got there, however, he saw that half the models weren't even there yet, and the same went for the photographers. In fact, he was one of the people who got there first, that and three other people. Time passed by, and more people came for their appointment, and Drake waltz off to his station, waiting for the first model to come along and pose for him in whatever clothing their manager decided them to wear. He knew that it felt almost wrong for him just to look at them, watching as they posed, as if they were just dolls.
A few people later, and film rolls disappearing, Drake waited for the next model. He read the name that was one the clip board and blinked. "What a nice name." He told himself, waiting.