Chapter Nine
The listening party for Honey’s debut album is underway. I am trying to take a photo of two well-known artists talking in the corner but the place is packed. I am currently pressed against a corner of the room, hoping to blend in so no one will notice me. Unlike the yacht event where the guests basically ignored me, this party is the opposite end of that.
Artists, both well-known and clearly struggling to get noticed, are vying for my attention all night once they see the badge I have showing that I am working for the record company. I take as many photos as I can but I am also hoping for some more natural photos of the party, not just posed shots of famous people.
“Oh my God, are you the photographer?” comes a voice next to me, high pitched. “Can you take a photo and give
