Secretly in Love with a Famous Idol

Chapter 3 : Photographa of Us

"Then let's start taking our photos." He suggested to me with a slight nod of his chin. Inviting me to sit next to him.

I can't help but blushed. Why is this like those types of scenes from a kdrama I like to watch and binge? And we're up on the air in the ferris wheel, too. I bit my lips to keep myself from acting like those crazy fangirls who kept on gushing and fawning and screaming for their idol oppas - as what most of them like to call those artists.

"Wait. I'll have to take a solo photos of you first." I reminded him before I started taking some of his photos.

Since I want to make him act natural as if it's all a stolen shots, with his background are maple and wisteria trees and the skies, with him mostly looking away from the camera, and a few times at me as if looking over to see if I'm done taking his photos. I took good photos of him. He's like a mysterious stranger alone in a ferris wheel while thoughtfully thinking about life or some other things, with his background scenery looking all so solemn and beautiful.

"I think you already took enough photos of me." He pointed out when he noticed that I kept taking photos of him.

"I just want to make sure that I captured you in the photos perfectly. With you looking mysterious, with a solemn and relaxing background while looking over the city from above, with good lightings. I bet this can turn into such a great masterpiece." I told him while I continue taking photos of him. What I told him was what I want to capture. A mysterious guy looking over the world like ruler in a thoughtful and casual manner, as if contemplating what he would do next.

And with the right lighting and editing, my photos of him could really be such a great masterpiece.

He sighed and shook his head before he looked outside the window of the cabin of the ferris wheel. "Whatever. I don't understand why you need a lot of photos. It's all the same pose and clothes anyway."

"Wrong. With the right angle and lighting, it can turn into a different type of photo that tells a different version of the same story." I told him before explaining to him as if we're in a lecture class about photography. "If I take your photos with bright sunny lights as its effect, it'll look cheerful as if you're casually enjoying riding a ferris wheel on your own. If I change the lighting and angle with the background with less bright lights while you stare out of nowhere, it'll look like you're going over through a difficult decision or a heartbreak while you ride the ferris wheel you rode before with your special someone as if you're in a kdrama. And if the lighting was a but gloomy and almost dark, with the angle of your stare outside the ferris wheel's cabin and looking down from above, you'll be like a tyrant ruler or gangster looking over your subjects and land and contemplating what you'll be deciding to do next. There's still a lot of possible scenarios I can think of but I won't barrage you with all that or we'll take forever. Like I said, it's all about the lightings, angles and editing." I said while looking thoughtful.

"You're a good photographer, then." He complimented and praised me seriously.

I blushed, feeling shy and pleased. "Thank you, but I also learned that from the extra classes and seminars that I took about photography." I informed him.

He shrugged. "But it's you who can describe and tell me a story behind the photos you plan to take. It's your imagination and artistry, no one else. It's yours alone. That makes you a very good and talented photographer." He told me confidently.

I love hearing the belief and praises he's telling me about my talent as a photographer.

"If that's the case, thank you." I said thanks to him, accepting his praises. It'll be rude of me to counter what he said, because if I still refuse to accept his praises it'll also say that he doesn't have a great eye for good art and photos by praising me, and I won't do that to him.

"I hope I can work with you in the near future as a professional photographer. I'll wait for that time." He told me.

"I guess you'll be waiting for a long time, then. I don't even have a mentor or someone to take me under their wing to teach me more about photography and gain experience and knowledge and also to help me put my name out there to gain recognition and connections." I pointed out to him.

He shrugged. "You already got the calling card I gave you. After she sees your portfolio, I'm sure she'll be crazy if she didn't accept you as her student and assistant. By the time I became more well known, you'll start to get some recognitions as well, and that means we can work together." He told me confidently as if he was sure it would actually happen.

"If that'll really happen in the near future, I'll be happy to know that and I'll be looking forward to work with you." I told him. I also can't help but look forward and imagine when that time comes.

"Same here. I'll be delighted to work with you, too." He told me before he patted the seat next to him. "Now it's time for our photos together. You promised and agreed that after you take my photos, you'll also be taking our photos together and you'll send me a copy of my own." He reminded me.

I nodded with a smile. "Of course, I didn't forget that at all. I'll just ready my camera before I pose with you. I'll just check the angle and where that camera is pointing so I'll know where to sit and what pose I'll make. I suggest you also make the pose you'll want taken so I can adjust and pair up my pose to yours." I suggested.

He nodded, inhaled and exhaled, and then he made his first pose for our photos.