My best friend Kyne posed for me without me even asking, I had told him that if he didn't want to he didn't have to but he kept begging me ( on the verge of tears) saying unintelligible thoughts about "his big break?" I told him alright and that I appreciated it and he said that he couldn't thank me enough. After swiftly wiping his tears and blowing his nose on the fabric wall behind him he called in an entire hair and makeup crew that filled the room while they adjusted his appearance until he ended up getting extremely angry at one of the women and spitting in their face. I couldn't quite hear what she said over his yelling but even the words he was saying were barely Merriam-Webster approved. He spouted threats to the woman and said things about "never working in Hollywood again" and how "she is singlehandedly ruining my chances to feature in Avatar 2, 3, and 4" all of which are upcoming sequels to his favorite cinematic franchise "Avatar" by acclaimed director James Cameron who he also kept asking if I knew. I told him that I'm a sophomore photographer and he instantly cleared the room with a shout. He stood up and looked down at me with his nigh 7' stature and told me to " NEVER undersell yourself" cementing our firm status as best friends. After shaking his admittedly dripping hand, I wiped the slime-esque residue on his back with a quick pat of encouragement. He took his seat in the modeling chair and recited all the classic vocal warmups, "Red leather, yellow leather... Sally sells sea shells... Peter piper picked..." After a brief 30 minute warmup he nodded solemnly in my direction. With that, I knew it was time. Was followed was quite possibly the 6 most 7/10 pictures the world would ever see.