A camera shutter clicks, surprisingly audible against the speakers blaring the newest pop song, so loud that pedestrians stare.
Five different lights scattered around you flash, half blinding you. You keep changing poses until finally the photographer yells, “I love it! Keep that one! Now chin up, move your hand, relax your mouth, there it is! Hold it! Now give me more!”
The assistant holding the fan wishes he’d hit the gym a little more often, and everyone driving by on the street does a double take to stare a little longer at you, the rest of the models, and the camera crew.