by Hawke, Jessa
Together they looked at several books of samples. Each performer had their own niche. Cricket had full control of her creative persona. No one would be establishing that for her. The makeup she settled on was deep rich charcoal eyeliner that enhanced her smoky eyes. Her lipstick would be an elegant natural peach.
Her makeup choice was bold, yet not over the top. It took about a half hour for her makeup to be completed. She took a look in the mirror and she liked how she looked. She would’ve never put on so much makeup in daily life though, because she didn’t think she could pull it off.
Then she moved on to her hair stylist. Nikki would be styling her hair for the shoot. Cricket’s dirty blond hair was kind of a mess in the humidity, all bushy and fly away. Nikki blow dried her still damp hair. The look Cricket chose for her hair was a light loose curl just on the ends of her long layered hair. She was happy with how it came out, but she would need to decide if she wanted a cowgirl hat on or not. She wasn’t sure about that detail yet.
Cricket moved onward to the wardrobe room. She pretty much had her choice of everything from frou-frou girly-girl dresses to stripped down basics. She asked for input on that decision. All of a sudden she felt insecure in herself. The staff went and got the photographer for input. He walked right up and introduced himself.
“Hi Cricket. I’m Jon Sharp, your photographer today. Most people call me Sharp-eye though. I hear you can’t decide what to wear?”
“Yea, so many decisions to make and now I don’t know how to pull it all together,” her eyes started tearing up, and she didn’t know why.
She was overwhelmed by the pressure of the experience. Tears rolled slowly down her soft cheeks. He could see that she was in meltdown mode.
“Come on,” he gestured for her to join him.
“I’m not dressed!” she said.
“Nobody cares. Come on let’s go” he said.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Let’s take a walk” he added.
They walked along a long windy dirt road to a small pond. They didn’t really talk about any one thing, just small talk really. Anything to take her mind off of the pressure she felt.
Playfully, he challenged her to skip rocks. Whoever did the best got to choose her outfit. She got lost in the game and quickly forgot how upset she had gotten. Being the country girl that she was, she kicked his tail. Boy, did she love winning, but more so, she enjoyed gloating all the way back to the lot; so gratifying.
They walked back into the wardrobe room, and unconsciously he started pulling clothes from the rack and styling them together. He set up five very different looks for her to try on. He asked her to go into the next room and try them on, and she obliged.
With each look he snapped one single picture. And at the end they sat down together to look over them. Jon showed each snapshot to her one at a time. Pointing out something obvious to him, but was lost on her lack of an artistic eye.
In the end, she chose country chic boots, which were brown knee highs with turquoise accents. She had always wanted a pair like that but they priced out at about five hundred dollars. She could never have afforded them, but she didn’t mind borrowing them for the day. Her jeans looked weathered, frayed on the boot cut, and had crystal studded back pockets in the shape of a cross.
Her shirt was casual, a wife beater in turquoise. She had blinged out the outfit with a kick-ass belt and some metal and leather jewelry. It was really was a great look for her - young and current, yet very comfortable.
They went out to a decaying cinder block and brick building to shoot the photos. In truth, Jon kind of seemed to be flirting with her. He was being really subtle about it, with his corny and cheesy comments, and silly humor. He’d stick out his tongue at her, making her smile. She didn’t know what the heck she was doing, but she smiled and had fun just trying. It was all good until Michael, the Event Director, showed up.
“Let’s go people! We’re losing daylight… Let’s go, let’s go!” he shouted.
Jon pursed his lips in disappointment. He hated it when he showed up unexpectedly. Michael was definitely an acquired taste that turned some people’s stomach sour – in general, a total buzz kill. Jon really didn’t like the pressure that he added to the atmosphere of a shoot.
Jon threw his hands in the air and finished up the shoot when the director got there. However, Jon never let him know that he got to him. It just wasn’t his style to do that. He had no time or interest in drama. Cricket went in and washed off all of her makeup. She wasn’t someone that needed a whole lot of makeup anyway. She looked very pretty naturally.
She was organically cute, and Michael picked up on that right away. Before Michael could make any moves though, Michael stepped up to the plate. They went to a hole in the wall burger joint. She was not one of those waif thin girls that didn’t eat. She could throw down on a burger and fries, just about any time day or night. She had no shame in eating what she wanted to eat.
Jon playfully mocked Cricket’s thick southern accent, repeating the things she would say. As a Midwesterner, he found it funny. Cricket blushed when people liked her southern drawl, and hated it when people assumed she was lesser because of it.
In truth, she loved the country life that she came from, and had several fond memories of fishing and hunting as a child with her family. Those were good times she held dear to her heart. Her closest friends called her Kiki, which was how Jon unknowingly addressed her from the start.
Jon was laid back with a deep smooth raspy voice. They had worked well together on the shoot concept. So much so, that there seemed to sexual tension building between them.
On the way back to their cars, he showed Cricket a few nearby sites that he thought she would like. They were all touristy, but fun nonetheless.
*****
About a week later Cricket got a call from Michael. After the photos from the shoot were developed, he had made reservations at a quaint local Steakhouse that he knew Cricket would appreciate being from Texas.
Jon was invited as well. He looked very nice all cleaned up. As they entered the eatery, Jon placed his hand on the small of her back and accompanied the lady to her table. Cricket loved old school charm and that really made her happy. Somehow he just seemed to get it.
Michael loved to hear himself talk, so he did that a lot. He led the conversation about how they would expose her in the media. She would be doing multiple shows daily at least at first. She knew what she had agreed to, but it still seemed like a lot. She was anxiously nervous, but excited all the same.
Cricket reached for her purse to add a tip for the server and realized she left her bag back at the garage. There was a feeling of awkward tension at the table. She felt very uncomfortable. It clearly looked like she had done that intentionally even though she hadn’t.
Jon went to the restroom and Michael stepped outside to take a call. He left his laptop open. Cricket, being nosy, stumbled across her pictures. Instantly she became worried. She didn’t like what she saw.
She felt she looked too homely and was unsure whether to say something or not when they came back to the table. She wondered if she would even be taken seriously with those dull and drab takes. She would have never chosen those for herself.
In the heat of the moment, she devilishly tried to delete some of them while they were gone. She was afraid those would be the ones Michael would have wanted to use, and she couldn’t bear it. She desperately wanted to steer clear of that small town country girl persona and those pictures would only lock that image in further.
Just as she thought that she had successfully deleted them, she noticed that she had gotten caught. Jon stood in front of her looking in her direction. But he wasn’t looking at her, maybe he didn’t know. His eyes were above her.
When Cricket fearfully turned to see what he was looking at, she saw Michael had been standing behind her for who knew how long, watching everything she had done.
“Crap!” she said out loud in a panic
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She really thought she was screwed and would have to move back home with her tail tucked between her legs. Oh, the horror! She shook her head in disbelief and put her head in her hands.
Jon being a well-respected photographer became irate. He talked to Michael as if
Cricket wasn’t even in the room. He said,
“Michael, this is a serious problem! I do not appreciate her tampering with my work! She had no right to do so!”
Michael tried to calm him down saying,
“Jon, I know, I know. You are right, but can we just sit down and discuss the issue?”
But her efforts seamed futile. He was pissed beyond consoling. Finally, Michael asked why she would do such a thing and risk her career and even her future for a few minuscule photos. Jon reiterated,
“Yeah Cricket! Why, why would you do such a thing? Why?”
Cricket didn’t have a clue what to say in response. She knew that she didn’t feel comfortable with those photos, but what choice was there at that point. It didn’t seem like there were any other viable options. She had managed to upset the one friend she had in this new city.
Michael drove them back to the Office building’s garage to pick up their cars. Cricket apologized profusely, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Jon was overwhelmingly angry. He started loading his equipment into the trunk of his vehicle. He had quite a bit to load, so it would take a while to do so.
Michael was consoling Cricket sweeping her hair out of her eyes. Jon rolled his eyes. He had seen Michael work his twisted show for women in the past and it made him sick to his stomach. He preyed on young aspiring artists willing to do a lot of things to pave their way. It wasn’t right, but he was so angry that he didn’t care.
“Don’t worry about it babe! We’ll just do a reshoot until you get pics that you like,” Michael said.
Jon shook his head. More work for him, he thought, and maybe he’d refuse to do it. Over his shoulder he heard a thud; he tilted his ear up to listen closer. Michael pushed Cricket against the wall with his hands over her shoulders. He spoke more aggressively about her coming over to his place with him for a night cap. It was clear by the look on her face as she turned away from him that she didn’t want to. He suddenly yanked her arm, pulling her into his vehicle. Jon saw this and heard what was going on, so he hurried over.
“Hey, hey… Michael. I overheard what you told her and I have some time right now to do a reshoot”.
“No we’ll just put something on the books for next week. Don’t worry about it,” Michael added.
“Yeah, but I’m booked for the entire next month. You’ll have to get someone else to shoot it,” Jon thought that would get his attention.
Michael was a jerk but he was no idiot. He mumbled something inarticulate under his breath and turned off the car. They decided to reshoot right there on the spot.
He asked Michael to ‘oversee’ the shoot, which made him feel important and took his mind off of taking Cricket home with him. John clearly had a smooth easy charm but he said that he rarely dated. It was a head scratcher to Cricket, who was starting to find him more and more attractive. He was mysterious. His secret was that most people assumed he chose his job to be around pretty ladies all day long. But in truth he was incredibly smart and insightfully artistic. He just had no one to share it with that got him.
Cricket became more playful as the shoot took off. She pretended to ride her horse, swishing her lovely hair in the wind or the fan. She was playful as she tried on clothes and posed in different ones. She was shooting for a modern day Dukes of Hazard chic, and she was pulling it off magnificently.
Each outfit and pose became a bit more seductive, and Jon was beginning to get increasingly turned on by her. Apparently she did have some untapped sex appeal somewhere inside that she was starting to draw from.
Since he had several cocktails with dinner, Michael had fallen asleep when they had only just begun. Maybe that was why Cricket was able to let loose and really get into the shoot. Regardless, Jon captured some great photos of the rising star.
Cricket changed back into her street clothes and soon thereafter returned from the dressing room. Jon was already looking through the pictures.
“Hey, no fair!” Cricket said playfully when she realized Jon was checking out the new photos without her.
Jon tapped the seat beside him and asked her to sit with him for a bit. Together they browsed through the photos one by one. She helped with insight into what she honestly liked and didn’t like. Her concerns were many, but they were valid nonetheless for a new artist.
They chose three adorable, but adult selections to present to Michael. Jon was happy with them which made her feel like she actually could trust in him. He rubbed her shoulders caringly. He knew she had a long day and was working from her last frayed nerve at best.
“Thank you, by the way…” she offered.
“Thank me for what hun?” he inquired.
“You know.” She was being shy.
“What did I do?” Again he asked.
“You kind of rescued me a little bit,” she added.
“From the big bad Michael man?” he joked.
“Yes from the big man…” she said.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s what I do. Saving cute girls in my free time,” he kidded her
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Jon gently leaned down and kissed her sensual neck softly. She squirmed when he touched her. It was just a surprise, but she really enjoyed it. He continued on rubbing her tense shoulders and started nibbling her ear.
He sat back down on a rolling chair in front of her and rubbed her shoulders from the front. He then leaned in and pressed his thick full lips against hers. Her hands reached up to touch his sweet cheeks, and then wrapped her arms around him, embracing him.
Jon used the arms of her chair to pull her in closer to him. There was a passion between them that neither had felt for some time and it felt amazing. His soft artistic hands were pleasant against her supple skin. She exhaled a sigh of relief, as he seemed to be a gentleman.
She crawled onto his masculine lap, straddling him comfortably. She just wanted to be treated like a lady. His touch made her tingle inside. She could feel his bulge through his pants, and it was evident that he was happy to have her on his lap. That didn’t escape her attention.
It was nice to just simply make out for a change, Cricket though. Sweet and simple; it was wonderful. Jon wasn’t any more interested in rushing things than she was. The last thing she wanted was to sleep with the first guy she met in a new city. But damn, he was cut. Her hands grazed over his rippling muscles and they were definitely on point.
Her mind was going to unexpected places quickly, and she felt like she desperately needed to pull away. She sensed that she was in danger of falling for him already. The way he smelled, the touch of his hand, and how he said all the right things felt like a magnetic pull to her. He seemed almost perfect.
She took a step back and asked if they could slow down and just talk for a bit. They both, almost at the same time, scooted back and kicked their feet up on the desk. They chatted remained there chatting for others, getting to know each other’s pasts and future dreams. There was never even a dull silence between them. They joked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.
*****
The next day Cricket went to work with her voice coach, as she did every day. There had been a world of improvement since she first started, which was evident both in control and self- confidence. Even though she was nothing short of terrified at first, now vocal lessons were something she looked forward to.
Jimmy, he instructor, was a bit harsh and rigid. However, he was that way for good reason. He had worked with some of the biggest stars in the world and made them even better. He knew he would do the same for Cricket.
Jimmy put her through the paces. Warmup, hard core practice, and then cool down. Following every lesson they sat down to chat about the session momentarily.
; “Cricket, I just really like where things are going for you! You clearly are doing the exercises that I ask you to outside of class and it shows.” Jimmy said, praising Cricket’s efforts.
It warmed to her to receive positive praise, especially from an old timer that gave it sparingly. He was a tough cookie to crack, but when he showed his gooey center it was priceless. Cricket loved getting to spend time with Jimmy; he was truly a great guy.
At the end of a long day of practice, her voice was strained and tired and all she wanted to do was to go back to her apartment. She could visualize the stream rolling off a hot cup of tea. Her mouth was watering for it. Her thoughts started to drift back to the fun she and Jimmy had the night before
Just after she got back home, she heard a knock at the door. To her surprise, she saw a delivery man, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. He asked if she was Cricket, and she consented and signed for them.
She loved getting flowers. They were fabulous, with their fresh look and natural smell. A second knock on the door moments later caused her some confusion. She didn’t know who it could possibly be.
