I'm starting this one...cos I wana see if u gurls like the idea of this fanfic/not. ^_^
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[ Chapter 1 ]
Love, work and money. Three simple words yet it is those element which controls the very aspect in our life. This perception also applies to the man called, Rome. Except, he is a man who do not own love. It is not that he's born heartless, he just chose not to fall in love. Past experience taught him that love, is nothing but a mere creation by human to torture their already tormented soul. Foolish. Why love when men's sole purpose were created to work in the first place. Yes, his passion is in his work. To be exact - Photography.
He'a a man at his late 20's yet with his charming look; people often think he's just too young to have that face. With a solid 6-pack body figure, what is there to not dream about? It's a compliment actually, as reporters often mistaken him as the model in his photoshoot. How embarassing, when he had to explain that he was the photographer - not, the model. But then again, there's no one to blame but himself; he's just too sexy to begin with. Often being in the media's spotlight as female celebrities often woo-ed over him, seriously, he's getting really annoyed with the situation.
He couldn't avoid it as celebrities is apart of his life; he photograph them. A world-reknown photographer to be exact. He's payed with a fine fat sum of fees for each magazine photoshoot. Nothing to brag about except for an obese bank account. Not wanting to further this celebrity-based career - he wanted a change.
"Rome, I'm assigning you for IMAGE's May Issue..."
"Great, it'll be my pleasure Dan...but..."
"But?"
"I don't want the cover to be anyone related to the entertainment business..."
"Why??"
"..I'm just so bored with the same thing over and over again...I want to snap something fresh...new faces...with deep meaning..."
"You know...Rome, that's a very lame excuse."
"It is not an excuse." He corrected the editor sternly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's a demand."
"What happens if I don't fulfill that stupid demand of yours?" Dan answered sarcastically.
"Easy..." He smiled. "I won't take any photos for you anymore."
"Are you threatening me??" That line was delivered with much anger.
Calmly, Rome answered. "No...not threatening at all. Why would I do that?" He smiled again, this time wider. "Think of it as a request from a fellow friend...Me."
"Stop with your flowery words Rome! I'm not impressed at all!"
"..."
"Fine. Since you want to try something new..." Dan paused for a moment. "I'll let you."
"Great!"
"BUT! There's a but to it..."
"Which is?" He was getting impatient.
"I'll give you till the end of this week to provide me with those 'fresh' pictures of yours..."
"WHAT?! One week?!?"
"Yes, exactly one week. No negotiations allowed and I want those pictures on my table by Monday morning."
"..."
"Take it or leave it, Rome."
"Fine."
Rome walked away grumbling. He wanted something fresh and different. Easier said then done. Now, where can he find a fresh new look...he wondered. He was so absorbed with the idea that it deprived all of his other sensory organs; such as the eyes and ears. It was too late before he realised that he was no longer walking on flat ground. He fell and was seen rolling down the stairs. Rome was unconscious when several workers found him lying at the base of the stairs. It left them no choice but to phone the ambulance and have him admitted to the hospital.
Great, that's just the place he needed for...
Inspiration.
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[ Chapter 1 ]
Love, work and money. Three simple words yet it is those element which controls the very aspect in our life. This perception also applies to the man called, Rome. Except, he is a man who do not own love. It is not that he's born heartless, he just chose not to fall in love. Past experience taught him that love, is nothing but a mere creation by human to torture their already tormented soul. Foolish. Why love when men's sole purpose were created to work in the first place. Yes, his passion is in his work. To be exact - Photography.
He'a a man at his late 20's yet with his charming look; people often think he's just too young to have that face. With a solid 6-pack body figure, what is there to not dream about? It's a compliment actually, as reporters often mistaken him as the model in his photoshoot. How embarassing, when he had to explain that he was the photographer - not, the model. But then again, there's no one to blame but himself; he's just too sexy to begin with. Often being in the media's spotlight as female celebrities often woo-ed over him, seriously, he's getting really annoyed with the situation.
He couldn't avoid it as celebrities is apart of his life; he photograph them. A world-reknown photographer to be exact. He's payed with a fine fat sum of fees for each magazine photoshoot. Nothing to brag about except for an obese bank account. Not wanting to further this celebrity-based career - he wanted a change.
"Rome, I'm assigning you for IMAGE's May Issue..."
"Great, it'll be my pleasure Dan...but..."
"But?"
"I don't want the cover to be anyone related to the entertainment business..."
"Why??"
"..I'm just so bored with the same thing over and over again...I want to snap something fresh...new faces...with deep meaning..."
"You know...Rome, that's a very lame excuse."
"It is not an excuse." He corrected the editor sternly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's a demand."
"What happens if I don't fulfill that stupid demand of yours?" Dan answered sarcastically.
"Easy..." He smiled. "I won't take any photos for you anymore."
"Are you threatening me??" That line was delivered with much anger.
Calmly, Rome answered. "No...not threatening at all. Why would I do that?" He smiled again, this time wider. "Think of it as a request from a fellow friend...Me."
"Stop with your flowery words Rome! I'm not impressed at all!"
"..."
"Fine. Since you want to try something new..." Dan paused for a moment. "I'll let you."
"Great!"
"BUT! There's a but to it..."
"Which is?" He was getting impatient.
"I'll give you till the end of this week to provide me with those 'fresh' pictures of yours..."
"WHAT?! One week?!?"
"Yes, exactly one week. No negotiations allowed and I want those pictures on my table by Monday morning."
"..."
"Take it or leave it, Rome."
"Fine."
Rome walked away grumbling. He wanted something fresh and different. Easier said then done. Now, where can he find a fresh new look...he wondered. He was so absorbed with the idea that it deprived all of his other sensory organs; such as the eyes and ears. It was too late before he realised that he was no longer walking on flat ground. He fell and was seen rolling down the stairs. Rome was unconscious when several workers found him lying at the base of the stairs. It left them no choice but to phone the ambulance and have him admitted to the hospital.
Great, that's just the place he needed for...
Inspiration.
