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"I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, I don't read TMZ and I've never heard of Tennessee River, but I am a photographer, and if you girls want a cute shot"—I hold up the small little camera in my hand—"I can take one for you, and I have little Polaroids so I can give it to you to keep as a keepsake."
"Oh, I see." Eastern says, blinking. "You want to take a photo of us, what, for the New York Times?"
"No." I say, shaking my head. "I don't work for the New York Times, and I very much doubt they would want to publish my Polaroid pictures in their paper."
"So the New York Post? Tacky."
"No. I'm not sure if you understood what I said. I am an unofficial official photographer of the night, meaning that?—"
"I don't really understand what this girl is saying, do you?" the blonde asks her friend.
The friend shakes her head.
"I can take a selfie for you."
"No, we don't want you in our selfie, we don't know you. Oh my gosh. I can't stand these claim-to-fame whores."
"What?" My jaw drops.
"You recognized me, and now you want a photo with me so you can post on your socials that you know me. But you don't know me just because you saw me on the street. I don't know you, I don't want to be on your Instagram account. How many followers do you even have, ten?"
"No, I actually have like 105 followers on Instagram."
"Oh, 105, so many." The girls laugh. "Be gone."
I stare at them and blink. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said be gone, paparazzi."
I look around and shrug before heading back over to Elisabetta, who's standing next to the wall, typing something on her phone.
"Hey, how did it go? How much did they pay you?"
"I didn't even get to take a photo." I say, shaking my head.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I went to offer my services and they thought I was the paparazzi."
"The paparazzi, what? Who is it? Don't tell me that's Gigi Hadid or something."
"Girl, I've never seen those two nobodies before in my life," I say, laughing. "One of them was going on about how she slept with Tennessee River. Have you ever heard of anyone called Tennessee River?"
"Never before in my life," she says, giggling. "Are you sure they weren't joking?"
"I am absolutely positive they weren't joking. I am still kind of confused as to what just happened." I burst out laughing. "Am I living in an alternate reality here? What the fuck was that?"
"I don't know, but don't let them discourage you, girl. I'm sure there are plenty of people that want you to take random-ass Polaroid photos of them and are willing to pay $20 each." She laughs lightly.
"Elisabetta."
"What?" she says, holding up her hand. "I did tell you I didn't think it was the best idea in the world."
"What are you saying?"
"I mean, I don't think I'm being unclear, Skye. Like I said, I don't think it's the best idea in the world. I don't think you're going to make much money from this.
I stare at her for a couple of seconds and giggle.
