Freelance
By William Holden
“Come on, guys, work with me here. Keep his body misted. I need to see sweat.” Jeremy looked through the lens before dropping the camera to his side. “Jesus, Alan, could you look any more annoyed and pissed off? Even without a face shot, your body language says it all. Give me something that resembles the mood the client wants for their underwear. I’m talking sexy here.”
“f**k you, Jeremy. I’d like to see you standing out here in the clam marshes in your underwear. My feet are numb. If you don’t hurry up, you’re going to need something larger than this sock to shove in my crotch to give them sexy. I’m shriveling up out here.”
“Then, give me something I can work with that’s presentable to the client.” Jeremy looked through the lens again. He moved the focus u
