DANCE FOR YOU
Sept 16, 2012 20:18:51 GMT -5
Post by jere on Sept 16, 2012 20:18:51 GMT -5
too much light in this window, don't wake me up
He was starting to regret this dance lesson, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he walked into the studio. Not that he wasn't looking forward to spending as much time as he could with Harmony, but, she hadn't exactly given him a restful nights sleep. Camden wasn't complaining, though, enjoying his night. It was when the morning came that he wasn't happy. But was anyone happy to be torn from their sleep, warm and comfortable in bed next to a beautiful woman in cow print pajamas? He had a busy morning, trying to finish up business in New York before he had to be in Los Angeles within the week, so he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before promising to see her at noon for their lesson.
His morning had consisted of conference calls, skype meetings, and paper work; most about his upcoming production of Justice League. At some point during the day, though, he fell asleep at his desk, being woken by his phone ringing twenty minutes later. "Shit," He mumbled, checking the time. He hated paper work the most, finding it dull and repetitive, but, also seeing the need for it. He really needed an assistant to go through all the shit he had to do for him, sorting through his desk as he tried to gain some sense of control over it all. It was already eleven, giving him just an hour to shower, get ready, and make it across town to her studio.
Thirty minutes later he was rushing out the door, a pair of black dickeys, with a white crew neck t-shirt. He wasn't sure what the dress code was for a dancing lesson, but there was no way he was going to wear tights. He might drop everything to run and cuddle with her, but that was as far as his man card would let him go. Cam was a sucker for Harmony, he was a sucker for most women. His mother had taught him to all but worship women, so it was hard for him to say no to anyone. It was easier for him at work, being able to take his emotions out of the situation. It was as if he was a different person at work, forceful, demanding, harsh. When he wasn't directing though, he could be the most down to earth guy you'd ever meet.
He checked his watch as he stood in the entrance of the studio. Camden had made good time, being ten minutes early. It was his biggest pet peeve, being late, and even then he still felt as if he had just arrived on time. Pushing his sunglasses up on the top of his head, he decided he might as well get comfortable, sitting down on the hardwood floor, his back against the studio's mirror.
His morning had consisted of conference calls, skype meetings, and paper work; most about his upcoming production of Justice League. At some point during the day, though, he fell asleep at his desk, being woken by his phone ringing twenty minutes later. "Shit," He mumbled, checking the time. He hated paper work the most, finding it dull and repetitive, but, also seeing the need for it. He really needed an assistant to go through all the shit he had to do for him, sorting through his desk as he tried to gain some sense of control over it all. It was already eleven, giving him just an hour to shower, get ready, and make it across town to her studio.
Thirty minutes later he was rushing out the door, a pair of black dickeys, with a white crew neck t-shirt. He wasn't sure what the dress code was for a dancing lesson, but there was no way he was going to wear tights. He might drop everything to run and cuddle with her, but that was as far as his man card would let him go. Cam was a sucker for Harmony, he was a sucker for most women. His mother had taught him to all but worship women, so it was hard for him to say no to anyone. It was easier for him at work, being able to take his emotions out of the situation. It was as if he was a different person at work, forceful, demanding, harsh. When he wasn't directing though, he could be the most down to earth guy you'd ever meet.
He checked his watch as he stood in the entrance of the studio. Camden had made good time, being ten minutes early. It was his biggest pet peeve, being late, and even then he still felt as if he had just arrived on time. Pushing his sunglasses up on the top of his head, he decided he might as well get comfortable, sitting down on the hardwood floor, his back against the studio's mirror.
TAG: RITA / HARMONY NOTES: I'LL MAKE THIS PRETTY IN A MINUTE!