Jackson

In the photography studio, Jackson was busy capturing shots of models for a magazine. Music blared through the speakers, filling the space with energy. Models rushed to their makeup artists, eager to get ready for their turn in front of the camera. Jackson snapped away, his focus sharp—until frustration set in. Hours passed, and he stood reviewing the shots. He exhaled sharply. Wrong. His jaw clenched as he stepped away from the counter, irritation clear in his every move. The model wasn’t working for him. Something was missing.... to be continued...