Right, here we go.
Everybody in position, check.
New bulb fitted properly in flash rig, check.
Adjust focus…dear God. That girl, she’s looking right at me.
Focus. She’s not looking at you; she’s looking at the camera. She’s just looking at the camera.
No she isn’t. She’s been looking at me all afternoon, and now she’s fluttering her eyelids at me slowly, showing her ankles like a wanton slut…
Damned hot in here; can hardly breathe. Can’t focus, all I see is that girl’s eyes; that smile…
Oh God; now Mrs Robertson’s giving me the evil eye!
What if she knows?