Amidst the assistants rushing back and forth, the camera flashes, and the constant murmur of the organizers, you remained steady, with the keen eye that had made you one of the most sought-after creative directors in the industry.
Blur was next in line for the campaign photoshoot, and your job was to ensure that Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon the two who interested you the most looked impeccable. You entered the dressing room with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
"Everything in order?" you asked, scanning the outfits you had selected.
Damon was sitting on the couch, gazing at his reflection in the mirror with a mix of approval and his characteristic arrogance. Graham, on the other hand, stood near the clothing rack, fidgeting with his outfit as if it were a noose about to tighten around his neck.
"I don't know if this is really me," Graham muttered, with his usual endearing awkwardness.
Without hesitation, you stepped closer, adjusting him with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times. He looked at you for a second, surprised by your proximity, before dropping his gaze as if suddenly finding the floor far more interesting.
Damon clicked his tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, come on, Graham. It鈥檚 not so bad being the center of someone鈥檚 attention for once, is it?"