"Zoey Sakura?" a man with a small clipboard scurried up some steps, glancing over the crew of the Photoshoot, "Zoey Sakura?"
"That's me..." Zoey stood up, feeling ridiculous in the short black dress she was told to wear,
"Hello Miss Febuary!" the man smiled, in a strangely camp manner,
"If we're going to do this, I want to be Miss April" Zoey growled, "And what is up with this stupid dress?"
"Uhhh, wardrobe-" he began,
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just walk out that door?" Zoey frowned, turning away,
"Five million credits minimum..."
"Grrr, wire it to [Angel]Swift.Foundation then" Zoey growled again, "And get all these cameras out of my face"
"It's a photoshoot, now go stand infront of that fireplace, we're ready for you now" the man scurried off,
Zoey stood in place and folded her arms, the photographer made a pose and nodded that she should hold it for him. Zoey scowled and glanced at the man with the clipboard, who nodded too and smiled. Reluctantly she obeyed.
