H2O – Just add magic!
~ Episode 1: Pilot. ~
The beach.
The feeling of the sand beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, the water on your skin...
...Is absolutely disgusting, and you hate it.
Seaweed plagues the land, sand crabs have the audacity to walk all over your feet and sand sculptures, and men think they have the right to approach you and hit on you.
The absolute nerve.
You hated being dragged here for this photoshoot, but as an up-and-coming model, you sincerely had no choice. It was this, or stay home and eat comfort food, upset that you'd have turned down the job. The hours were long and grueling, and the stares you received were unsettling. Isn't a photoshoot on a beach normal? Have you people *never* seen a photoshoot before?
You sigh, sitting down on a nearby rock, watching the other models strike 'casual poses.'
"(Y/N)!"
You turn around at the mention of your name, never moving from your rock.
"Director, did you need something?"
"Yes! Could I get you to hair and makeup, then to the dressing room?" The dressing room – mind you, – is a bathroom.
You give him a fake, yet sweet smile. "Of course!"
He leads you to the Hair and Makeup station, where various girls are sitting in haphazardly placed bar stools in front of equally dangerously placed mirrors and tables.
So, where to first?
The beach.
The feeling of the sand beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, the water on your skin...
...Is absolutely disgusting, and you hate it.
Seaweed plagues the land, sand crabs have the audacity to walk all over your feet and sand sculptures, and men think they have the right to approach you and hit on you.
The absolute nerve.
You hated being dragged here for this photoshoot, but as an up-and-coming model, you sincerely had no choice. It was this, or stay home and eat comfort food, upset that you'd have turned down the job. The hours were long and grueling, and the stares you received were unsettling. Isn't a photoshoot on a beach normal? Have you people *never* seen a photoshoot before?
You sigh, sitting down on a nearby rock, watching the other models strike 'casual poses.'
"(Y/N)!"
You turn around at the mention of your name, never moving from your rock.
"Director, did you need something?"
"Yes! Could I get you to hair and makeup, then to the dressing room?" The dressing room – mind you, – is a bathroom.
You give him a fake, yet sweet smile. "Of course!"
He leads you to the Hair and Makeup station, where various girls are sitting in haphazardly placed bar stools in front of equally dangerously placed mirrors and tables.
So, where to first?