Escaping from Nothing | Chapter 9: Unforgotten
I slept almost until noon the next day. I could not believe what I did impulsively.
I turned from my side to my back and looked up the ceiling.
It was Sunday and I had no intention to do anything. My interaction with Niann last night was overwhelming enough.
I started to picture myself in different lighting, as they would influence what emotion this scene portrays. This scene of me, laying on my back in my bed, feeling a mixture of emotions, after exposing myself to someone I liked.
I started to think about what happened and wondered whether I could ever let go of Niann in my head. He was overpowering my emotions and taking up my mind and thoughts.
Is it because he is Niann, or is it because he was in your dreams?
This question went over my head a thousand times, but I never got a distinct answer, until I came across Niann in real life.
I was in such a dilemma, wanting to see and know him more as a person, but also did not want to know more about him, so he stayed as a perfect and mysterious figure in my brain.
I suddenly remembered his full name.
Niann Mikel.
I immediately sat up and looked at my phone, and quickly went on social media to search for his name. I did not know how to spell it, but I tried my best.
I went on different modelling websites, typed in his name and tried to see if I could come across his picture.
I could not find anything.
I was disappointed, but then I knew I should not be so obsessed. After all, we might never see each other again. I was in such bad shape and looked so desperate…
I put down my phone, sighed out a big breath and got off to grab myself some food.
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The first day of work seemed much easier after last Saturday’s call out.
My supervisor greeted me at the door, “Daryl! They have passed down the photos and reviewed them on Sunday. The clients are finally satisfied. They are so freaking stupid but now they appreciate us more.”
He blinked, “We gave up some of our time but at least now we gain more recognition of sorts.”
I smiled, “That is awesome.”
I listed and organised a few shooting appointments for the week and marked them down in my calendar to remind myself. There was not much to do today, and we got to see the photos from the circus photoshoot.
“They arranged the photos and edited them. They sent us some as well,” My supervisor said.
“I am glad they appreciate our work,” I said.
“They paid us so they better like it. We are professionals,” He smiled.
He seemed much more relaxed, now that the conflict between him and the customer was a thing of the past.
We looked at the photos and of course, they were well done and professional.
I paid attention to the lighting but then got distracted with Niann’s face and character in the shoot.
I could do a cross photo search and find out his actual name and…
“Do we have a list of the models’ names?” I suddenly asked my supervisor.
He laughed, “We are in charge of lighting and photo-shooting, not model scouting. So, no. Why are you asking?”
I shrugged, “I just thought maybe we could ask some of the models to do photo-shoots with us in order to advertise our company.”
He laughed, “Daryl, we have samples and demos for our future customers, so no need to worry about that. A good reputation is the main part of our advertisement and what attracts our customers. We are professionals, take our jobs seriously, and deliver great work.”
I smiled and sat in silence, looking at the photos.
He smiled, “Well, if you want to keep looking at the photos and learn what you can improve on next time, you can go on. I am going to sort out a few things. We don’t have much outing or studio work today, so we have to get on with our office paperwork.”
He walked away and as I saw him leave, I immediately cropped the photo to zoom in on Niann’s face, saved it as a copy and put it in photo search.
My heart dropped and started pounding fast and loud, as I saw the photo matching the photo of Niann in his modelling agency’s website. Soon I found out his name’s spelling.
N-I-A-N-N M-I-K-E-L. I reminded myself, as I typed it into the search engine and looked it up on social media. Not a lot of people had that name around our area, so I found his actual profile pretty soon.
My heart kept pounding as I clicked “add” …
I immediately closed all the windows on the browser and tried to make myself forget about my impulsive behaviour.
I sat in silence for a bit, then continued with my work and soon forgot about what I did, until the closing hours arrived.
It was time to leave.
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©Yolanda Yip (Wintsarye)
I turned from my side to my back and looked up the ceiling.
It was Sunday and I had no intention to do anything. My interaction with Niann last night was overwhelming enough.
I started to picture myself in different lighting, as they would influence what emotion this scene portrays. This scene of me, laying on my back in my bed, feeling a mixture of emotions, after exposing myself to someone I liked.
I started to think about what happened and wondered whether I could ever let go of Niann in my head. He was overpowering my emotions and taking up my mind and thoughts.
Is it because he is Niann, or is it because he was in your dreams?
This question went over my head a thousand times, but I never got a distinct answer, until I came across Niann in real life.
I was in such a dilemma, wanting to see and know him more as a person, but also did not want to know more about him, so he stayed as a perfect and mysterious figure in my brain.
I suddenly remembered his full name.
Niann Mikel.
I immediately sat up and looked at my phone, and quickly went on social media to search for his name. I did not know how to spell it, but I tried my best.
I went on different modelling websites, typed in his name and tried to see if I could come across his picture.
I could not find anything.
I was disappointed, but then I knew I should not be so obsessed. After all, we might never see each other again. I was in such bad shape and looked so desperate…
I put down my phone, sighed out a big breath and got off to grab myself some food.
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The first day of work seemed much easier after last Saturday’s call out.
My supervisor greeted me at the door, “Daryl! They have passed down the photos and reviewed them on Sunday. The clients are finally satisfied. They are so freaking stupid but now they appreciate us more.”
He blinked, “We gave up some of our time but at least now we gain more recognition of sorts.”
I smiled, “That is awesome.”
I listed and organised a few shooting appointments for the week and marked them down in my calendar to remind myself. There was not much to do today, and we got to see the photos from the circus photoshoot.
“They arranged the photos and edited them. They sent us some as well,” My supervisor said.
“I am glad they appreciate our work,” I said.
“They paid us so they better like it. We are professionals,” He smiled.
He seemed much more relaxed, now that the conflict between him and the customer was a thing of the past.
We looked at the photos and of course, they were well done and professional.
I paid attention to the lighting but then got distracted with Niann’s face and character in the shoot.
I could do a cross photo search and find out his actual name and…
“Do we have a list of the models’ names?” I suddenly asked my supervisor.
He laughed, “We are in charge of lighting and photo-shooting, not model scouting. So, no. Why are you asking?”
I shrugged, “I just thought maybe we could ask some of the models to do photo-shoots with us in order to advertise our company.”
He laughed, “Daryl, we have samples and demos for our future customers, so no need to worry about that. A good reputation is the main part of our advertisement and what attracts our customers. We are professionals, take our jobs seriously, and deliver great work.”
I smiled and sat in silence, looking at the photos.
He smiled, “Well, if you want to keep looking at the photos and learn what you can improve on next time, you can go on. I am going to sort out a few things. We don’t have much outing or studio work today, so we have to get on with our office paperwork.”
He walked away and as I saw him leave, I immediately cropped the photo to zoom in on Niann’s face, saved it as a copy and put it in photo search.
My heart dropped and started pounding fast and loud, as I saw the photo matching the photo of Niann in his modelling agency’s website. Soon I found out his name’s spelling.
N-I-A-N-N M-I-K-E-L. I reminded myself, as I typed it into the search engine and looked it up on social media. Not a lot of people had that name around our area, so I found his actual profile pretty soon.
My heart kept pounding as I clicked “add” …
I immediately closed all the windows on the browser and tried to make myself forget about my impulsive behaviour.
I sat in silence for a bit, then continued with my work and soon forgot about what I did, until the closing hours arrived.
It was time to leave.
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©Yolanda Yip (Wintsarye)
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