“Everyone hold it!” A pause and then the set is lit up by a bright flash. “Again!” Another flash. I try my best not to blink my eyes too much. In between shots, I glance at the expressions on the other guys’ faces and try to mimic them. Cool, brooding, pouty.
Over the next half hour, Walter moves us all around the set in different poses. I’m moved closer to Magnus, who has no furniture to lean on but exudes a quiet power all his own, his hip slightly popped, expression sullen. The only person who isn’t moved is Avery Drake.
Props are brought in by the crew and I’m handed a fake, old-fashioned newspaper which I pretend to read. The inner text is gibberish. One of the models is handed a golf club, Alex is given a book to hold, and Avery Drake gets a cigar.
Walter pauses to reload his came
