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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Uncle part I, chap 1
Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 22:10:30 -0400
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Jenny was bored. It was spring break and she was already bored. She
called downstairs. Maybe someone would answer.
"Mom, can I go to Uncle Ted's?"
Surprisingly her mom answered, "Why, that would be nice. He's probably
had time to settle in, and he might like the distraction."
Ted was Jenny's mom's brother. He'd been a whiz kid in the
pharmaceuticals field. Then after eight years and just when he'd turned
thirty, he'd chucked it all, with a hefty severance, and taken up
photography. He'd moved back to the city and had been busy setting up a
studio and establishing himself in perhaps the hardest industry (save for
acting) to make a late beginning.
Jenny's mom worked fulltime in a law firm, and that was why she was so
surprised to get a response.
"Mom, what are you doing home?" Jenny asked as she bounded down the
stairs.
"Didn't you hear me last night? I just felt like taking a personal day
today. It's been such a busy time. And I thought we might do something
together since you have a break from school."
At fifteen, Jenny hadn't listened last night when her mom went on and on
about the pressures of her job. And now she really wanted to get out of
the house. Without her mom.
"Can I go?" she pushed.
"Sure, it would be nice for Ted to see you."
"Thanks, mom, we'll do something together this weekend, OK?"
"Sure, tell Ted I said hello, and ask him to dinner."
"Bye, mom, " and she was out the door.
It took one busline for Jenny to get to her uncle's studio. It was in a
bit more upscale neighborhood than her mom's, but, she reasoned, that made
sense since he'd made so much money in drugs-legal drugs, certainly, but
drugs just the same. Also Ted had to make an impression on his clients,
those photography nuts who had to have special sessions and individual
shootings. Jenny had no idea how lucrative these clients could be.
When she rang the bell, a voice called out for her to come in, and soon
she saw her uncle adjusting lights and moving rapidly around a large room
set up for a shoot.
"Hi there, sweetie, what are you doing here?" he asked as he continued
to make adjustments. "How's your mom?"
"She's fine and says hello. I was bored and wanted to see you. What
are you doing?"
"I have a client coming shortly for a standard shoot, " Ted said. "Do
you want to watch? Maybe you could help."
"Wow, do you think I could do something? That would be so cool!" Jenny
gushed.
"Wo, slow down!" Ted said. "Let's see if anything comes up. Just stay
in the back, and if I need you, I'll holler."
"OK," and Jenny, though a little disappointed, stepped back into the
shadows. She watched as her uncle moved amongst the lights and props.
Then he went to his cameras to check his film.
"Jenny, would you come here?" he called out. "Here are the rolls of
film that I might need. If I call for more film, can you bring them to
me?"
"Sure, Uncle Ted!" Jenny was pleased.
The shoot went well; Jenny had to bring her uncle three additional rolls
of film and the transfer went smoothly. What Jenny watched the most was
the model whose pictures were being taken. The shoot was a standard one.
Jenny noticed how the model dressed and what she used at the makeup table
especially. Ted had a full supply of cosmetics in the dressing room. She
noticed that the cosmetics were of the highest quality. She couldn't help
but notice how much better the model looked after she came out of the
dressing room.
"Wow, that was fun!" Jenny said, after the model left.
"You liked the sessions?" Ted said.
"Yeah, she looked awesome!"
"Well, you were a real help. Do you want to come back and help me with
some shoots?"
"That would be so cool!" Jenny said. She couldn't believe her spring
break was turning out this way.
"Great! I have some shoots coming up this week that could keep me real
busy. They may go long. That means there could be long days ahead. Are
you up for that?" her uncle asked.
"Of course, it's a perfect time for me to work," she said.
"Well, I'd better call your mom just to make sure," he said. "You know,
you're looking a little pale. Are you exercising enough? Here, take this
vitamin. Girls your age need some extra iron and other supplements. If
there was anything I learned during the time I worked for the drug
industry, it was that we don't get enough vitamins, and teenage girls get
the least!"
"Gee, thanks, Uncle Ted. I'll let my mom know," Jenny said as she
swallowed the pill her uncle gave her.
"So can you come back tomorrow? Assuming your mom says it is OK?" Ted
asked.
"Sure," Jenny said as she ran out the door.
Ted called his sister, the arrangements were made, and Jenny busied
herself for her first day as an assistant to a photographer. She dressed
in jeans and a blouse, wondering if she should look any different than
usual. She brushed her hair, but that was about the most attention she
took to how she looked.
She arrived just on time at her uncle's studio.
"Here, take this," Ted said, as she walked in the room. It was another
vitamin. "You're going to need the energy boost this week," he added. She
swallowed the pill and went straight to the makeup table.
"So, you're interested in how the model gets ready for a shoot?" he
noticed.
"Yeah, kind of, " she said.
"Today's pictures are for a family who wants one last memory before they
go their separate ways. It'll be pretty easy, though maybe a little tense,
if they don't get along. You try to keep their attention away from
themselves. Be very demanding; make up things they have to do. That
should keep them busy."
"OK, Uncle Ted, I think I can do that." Jenny lied.
But she did it. With flying colors. She kept the mother from arguing
with the father and the kids from getting bored.
"You were fantastic!" Ted said after the family had paid and left. He
took her up in his arms and lifted her off the ground in his enthusiasm.
She was so happy to have been such a help to her uncle.
"So, what is next?" she asked.
"Well, tomorrow I have several shoots with models that want to build up
their portfolios for major studios in Hollywood. Can you come early to get
the costumes and makeup set up for them?"
"Sure, what time would you like me?"
"How about ten o'clock?"
"I'll be here!" she said.
That night Jenny was all tingly with the prospect of working a full day
tomorrow with models who were heading toward Hollywood. She thought she
should look a little more sophisticated, so she took some time to pick out
a skirt and blouse. Try as she might she couldn't get to sleep before
midnight, and still she was up before her mom and out the door, leaving her
a note to not wait for her that evening.
When she got to her uncle's studio, Ted noticed that she had worn a
skirt. "Wow, don't you look nice? Here, take your vitamin, and take
another at lunchtime, since we'll be working so late today."
"OK, Uncle Ted. Thank you, I thought I'd look a little more dressy
today."
"You were exactly right in your instincts, Jenny. If I hadn't been so
overwhelmed with these shoots today, I would have said something."
What Ted said gave Jenny a warm feeling. She was being so helpful!
"Why don't you check out the makeup table? The only thing you need is a
little gloss on your lips, and you'll be the perfect assistant," Ted said.
Jenny eagerly eyed the array of lip glosses and chose one that matched
her eyes.
"OK, here's to a great day of shooting!" Ted rose an imaginary glass of
champagne and moved to the lights to make one last adjustment.
The bell rang and in came their first client. She took her time in the
dressing room--so long that Jenny had to go in to see what was the matter.
Jenny was mesmerized by what she saw. The client was a professional makeup
artist who was trying her first shoot. She was just spending a long time
to get the right look. She called Jenny over.
"What do you think?" The client asked.
"Wow," was all Jenny could exclaim.
"You know, you could look amazing with a little color here and there..."
she said. "Let me give you a few hints."
For the next half hour, Jenny got a private lesson in professional
cosmetics. From then on her life was changed.
She came out of the room telling her uncle that it would just be a few
more minutes and the model would be ready. Despite his grumbling there was
little he could do. Once she came out the shoot went quickly and when she
had left, Uncle Ted asked, "What did she do to you?"
"Nothing," Jenny answered mysteriously. "She just needed some time to
do her makeup. You should know that by now, Uncle Ted."
"You'd think I would, " he said. "Lunch time."
Jenny spent her entire lunch time in the dressing room, trying on some
of the mascaras and skin colors that the model had suggested. She came out
positively glowing.
"Let me take a few practice shots of you in preparation for the next
shoot, " Ted said. "Did you take your vitamin, by the way?"
Jenny could tell that Ted was noticing her. "No, I'll take it now," she
said, and she swallowed the pill with a slug of water. Then she went in
front of the lights and stood while her uncle took some practice shots.
"Could you add a little color to your eyelids and lips for this next
practice shot?" he said. "It's going to be a very tricky lighting setup
and I need to see how it will look."
"Sure, if you say so, " said Jenny.
When she came back out again she felt all tingly. Ted had turned on
some music for the next client, a song she particularly liked to dance to.
He took some photos and she couldn't help but move a little to the beat of
the music. Then the bell rang and the next client was ready for the shoot.
This shoot went on for the whole afternoon. Jenny was kept busy with
delivering film, adjusting lights, and running for water or whatever the
model needed. She couldn't believe that there was another appointment
still scheduled today.
"You've been working so hard today," her uncle said as the second client
left. "Are you sure you can stay for the last appointment?"
Jenny wanted above all else to follow through with her promise.
"Sure, I can stay. Let me call my mom to make sure she remembers I'll
be working late," Jenny said.
There was no answer, as Jenny figured, so she left a message.
"It's all set, " she said.
"OK, let's get some dinner sent in. How does sushi sound? There's a
place just around the corner that can have it here in two shakes, " Ted
said.
"Great," Jenny said.
Jenny was famished. Ted had her take another vitamin with her meal and
then went to the cupboard. "How about a toast? To a new partnership!"
He took out a bottle of saki and poured a little into some ceramic cups.
"Cheers!" he said and they clinked their cups together. The taste of
the saki was very harsh, but she managed to swallow a little.
Before she knew it the bell was ringing and the next shoot was
beginning.
For this shoot the lights were harsher, the music was louder, and the
model was dressed more provocatively. Jenny watched everything as she
swayed with the music. Her uncle watched her too. He thought she had a
real future in the industry. The model even said something to her
afterwards. Jenny went home that night, in a cab that her uncle had
called, with new makeup, music and ideas in her head. She was looking
forward to working for her Uncle Ted. What a spring break this was turning
out to be!
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