The year was 1985, and you worked as a photographer for the local newspaper, but sometimes you did part time photo shoots, too.

One day, a friend of yours asked you if you wanted to shoot an upcoming actress. You accepted.

You heard a knock on your door and you opened it, still wearing your pjs. “How can I help you?” You asked the woman at the door. “My friend said you’re a photographer.” She said in a thick southern accent.