As soon as Meiri heard the word "expenses" the spree began; hours became lost in a frenzied sprint from outlet to all manner of tailors and seamstresses. Like a blur she moved through the crowds, hurling credit cards and orders at assisstants every which way. "..And one of those bretonian Style captains hats! ..that musket and tiara! ..Of course we want the palm trees!"."This is the perfect oppotunity to show the universe how much radical style and class we have! I only Wish Airi were here to help fill the spotlight.. AIRI!" Meiri smoothed down her jacket and regained control:
"Onward! for Beauty!". A breakneck flight later meiri arrived at the studio, dragging plethora of bags into the pristine lobby; heaping a sheaf a receipts in front of the receptionists bemused face she announced: "I Am the fantastical and vibrant Meiri, here for the tasteful, fame inducing calendar shoot!" adding "I also have a demo here - would you like to hear it?"
"Good day Ms Meiri, If you could please just sign these forms; we can get you to make-up."
Impatiently Meiri scanned the pad, scrawled her acceptance, almost hurling the papers back at the lady, she hurtled through double doors - presumably in the direction of make-up.
After her ceaseless jabbering at the iron-willed make-up artist, and a chaotic rampage through wardrobe; Meiri was set-ready, shrouded in 'finery': she strode confidently to the set, her sombrero jauntily set, her feather-boa trailing her wake:
"Get this Right Meiri, listen to the photgrapher, and this could be the boost of a lifetime."
"Alright how about this" she announced as she assumed her pose: sombrero looming over the dead shark, as one hand held a spear, the other holding aloft a burning flag."No? that's Ok i have lots more ideas..Will it help if I sing.."As she burst into song.
The First hour passed in confusion as Meiri's singing combined with the squaking birds, drowned out the photographers instructions. But a tube of glue later silenced the avians, allowing the photographer to explain his distaste with the motif of dancing with an effigy of Eris. The 2nd hour passed more quietly and included less religious iconography (save for the 'Poseidon' series of frames that Meiri insisted upon).
After a series depicting Meiri smiting a series of dead, stuffed animals, she was persuaded to move in a more conventional direction. The next few 'reels' were narrated by Meiri and featured a range of tribal paints, "being conceptually trapped in a giant whale", and "Envy conveyed by evening wear". Suffice to say; the Shoot was like stepping into the mind of someone who'd had a traumatic event with a wardrobe.
After terra-bytes of clicks later, the studio's photographer managed to salvage One Frame from the day that did not feature a dead shark or palm tree.
"Alright Miss Meiri, we're all done; you can stop now" The man stated, exasperated.
"Excellent!" Meiri shouted distractedly, as she scooped up armfuls of props and costume. "Just Don't forget to mention my Band! and um.. about the money: If there's anything left over from the receipts I left at the desk, just send me the excess! If not ..well um..see ya!" She yammered as she fled the building, imitation razor fish and fuzzy dice tumbling in her wake.
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