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lovely you are, but the true artist within. Don't worry about what this man says," he pointed to Richard. "Its my eye, my art, not his."
    Lucky thought he was full of bullshit, but she was willing to give him a chance. Kat walked over still a little flushed and held her hand out to her.
    "I've been dying to meet you, I'm Kat Krave. I play keys and sing backup. I've heard some of your tape and I think we'll sound great together."
    "Nice to meet you," said Lucky, surprised with how genuine Kat seemed.
    "Lucky, let me introduce you to the rest of your band," Richard said. "This is Dylan Young. He's on bass." A man with shoulder length light brown hair and a thin, but muscular build, nodded hello. "Paul Ryder is on drums."
    The last of the band, Paul Ryder, stepped forward and smiled. His black hair was buzzed short except for the top which hung longer and down into his eyes. He looked younger than all of them.
    "Its great to be here Lucky. I think I speak for everyone when I say that," Paul said.
    "I'm happy to have you guys. I hope you love playing my music as much as I do."
    A flashbulb popped and Ian grinned. "Just ignore me, love. Trust me when I say the more this camera goes off, the more you'll get used to it and the better my photos will be."
    Lucky tried to forget the camera but Ian was everywhere. She and the band continued to talk for a few minutes as Ian took candids. Eventually they did forget he was around and ignored the flashes. When they appeared the most relaxed, Ian put his camera down and tested the bulbs at the plain white set he created.
    He lined the band up, with Lucky in the middle, turned towards the side with her foot facing forward, and Kat at one of the ends and began shooting.
    "Ian, maybe we should do one with Kat more centered," Richard suggested.
    "Fuck off Richard, I'm the artist here, not you. The camera loves Lucky, I'm not going to put Rock Star Barbie next to her."
    "Hey!" Kat complained.
    "Who are you kidding, darling?" Ian said as he continued to take pictures of the band, repositioning them slightly every few minutes.
    Kat didn't reply and Lucky felt bad for her. She knew the reason Ian positioned her the way he did was to make her look thinner to the camera. Of course she was grateful he didn't say the words out loud. She was getting used to people picking on her size, she never realized that someone as perfect looking as Kat might get picked on too.
    While Lucky was lost in thought, Ian stepped back and snapped a few more photos then stopped. "Lucky darling, I'd like to take some of just you. After all this isn't the Lucky Saldano Band, it's just Lucky Saldano."
    "Huh? Wha– just me?"
    "Yes. Would you mind changing?"
    "Changing? I didn't bring any other clothes."
    "Clear the set! Everyone go! I'm done with all of you. I need Lucky to be comfortable." He looked around the room as the band left and spotted Jordan texting in the corner. "You! Pixie girl! My car is around back, inside you'll find a shopping bag. Bring it here."
    Jordan looked confused and shot Ian a nasty look but still went to the car like he asked. Lucky and Ian were seated talking quietly when Jordan returned.
    "I just don't like having my picture taken. Do you realize the label wanted me to lose weight? Kat was hired because I'm not pretty enough."  
    Lucky couldn't believe she opened up to Ian this way. He was a complete stranger, yet something about him made her feel at ease with him.
    "Richard is an asshole. He only sees dollar signs. Yes, sex sells, Kat's appearance sells, but that's not what you're about. I can see that. You, love, are a rare girl." He grabbed the bag from Jordan and handed it to Lucky. "In here are some things I bought for this shoot. I guessed your size but I know its right, if its one thing I know is a woman's body. Put those on. I had your label send me your record before I agreed to do this shoot. As soon as I heard it I got an image of what your album cover will look like. We're going to