New York, 1965.

You were scheduled to do a photoshoot with some weirdo, although you weren't even told who this person was. So you just had to wait and find out who it was.

You had been sitting at the site for about 44 minutes, waiting for the "mystery artist" to arrive. They were late. Really late. And it was pissing you off.

Finally, another 45 minutes later, this person showed up. And it was no other than Bob Dylan. He was known for his folk. And causing drama anywhere he went. Great. This was gonna be a fun shoot.

"Well? You gonna start taking photos, love?" He said with a slight mockery in his voice. You were already annoyed, so it didn't help with your mood one bit.