Chapter 40: Wosh
I handed over the contract to Jonah, who happily took it and almost left skipping.
Though she came back walking backwards, "I'll be back in fifteen, and then we'll start with the teen porn video."
I leaned on the chair, taking a deep breath.
I went over everything in my head; I had just become a 'technically' professional porn artist.
But we were still very far from my goal. Anyway, to avoid awkwardly staring into places and people, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through whatever I could find.
There were quite a lot of interesting things, but i was just skimming through stuff to not make it weird or the surrounding others, or mostly just me.
Slowly but surely, there were people coming in and walking by. A lot of them probably.
Probably because I found this really interesting keddit thread on r/askkeddit asking people "What's a telltale sign two people are having a secret sexual relationship with each other?"
People's answer on the thread were wild honestly.
I didn't even realize when 30 minutes passed and Jonah had to tap my shoulder to wake me up from the realm of keddit.
"Hey uh, Max, sorry I was kinda late, but you have to get ready for the shoot now." Jonah said, as she stood in front of me.
"Oh yea right," I said as I pressed the home button on my phone and put in my pocket.
"So?" I asked as i looked her.
"Follow me to the prep room." Jonah said, as she started walking without even looking back.
I had no choice but to follow her.
In the room, Jonah went ahead and talked to a guy who looked like they dragged him out from the capitol in hunger games.
He had pink hair just standing up, and weird purple eyeshadow and lipstick.
It almost looked like some kid did the guy's makeup like it was some doll and then hanged the doll upside down.
Jonah introduced me to him/her/them/whatever the fuck pronouns people use these days.
"Max, this is Wosh, the key makeup artist." Jonah said as she looked at me, then at him.
I offered my hand for a handshake, while also stating, "Hi, I am Max."
He/she/it/they/whateverthefuck didn't shake my hand.
I just stood there awkwardly with my hand up for a handshake.
"I can smell the queerphobia from here." He said while flaying around his head and arms.
And now i don't care about his pronouns, he is now just an annoying he to me.
I pulled back my handshake while glaring at him. I almost imagined myself punching his face till all his hair fell down. But Jonah whispered in my ear, "He is a bit on the cray- cray side, don't mind him, just keep some distance." She finished and turned back to Wosh.
I smiled, "You see, I honestly love gays. They not only leave more women for us, but they also take a guy with them."
"Ugh, how darrre you label me as gay" Wosh said while rolling his 'R'
For a second even I thought, yeah maybe he is something else, but luckily Jonah jumped in. "But aren't you gay, Wosh?"
"So what? You shouldn't be labelling anyone with-" Wosh hissed but was cutoff by Jonah.
"Can we get this done quickly?" Jonah said with a serious look.
"Alright, I'll see who's free." Wosh said in an annoyed tone as he picked up a Kpad from the table next to him.
He turned it on and scrolled for just a few seconds before hissing, "Sorry no one's free darlin.." He said with a smirk.
"Wosh!" Jonah yelled out as she lightly poked the edge of her clipboard into Wosh.
"Alright, alright." Wosh said as he turned the Kpad back on.
"Hey, I forgot to ask, but what are we doing here?" I asked Jonah.
"Ahh yes, i forgot to mention but on signing a contract we provide you with a personal makeup artist. It's going to be a long shoot. BTW, it's not exactly a 'personal' makeup artist, we just give you anyone who doesn have any commitment for the day." Jonah explained as she tapped on her clipboard.
"Oh, pretty cool." I replied with my eyebrow raised.
"Hmm… We only have Claire free today. Luke would be free too if he was here today, but yeah, we only got Claire. Will she do?" Wosh said as he looked up from the screen.
"Guess we have no choice," Jonah said, as if this 'Claire' they mentioned was only the worst viable choice.