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"What is so funny?"
“Honestly, I don't get it," she says. "That's what we do normally to help people out anyway."
"I know, but I do that just as a regular good person. I'll start doing it tomorrow night as an officially unofficial photographer. It’s not like you have to have a degree in photography to be a good photographer. Plus, I can't take an actual camera with me like a DSLR or anything because the clubs would probably get upset and then probably want me as their official photographer."
"So then why don't you become an official photographer?"
"Because they’d probably want a cut of the money."
"So wait, you're going to charge people to take these photos?"
"Yeah, that's the whole point. That's how I'm going to make extra money. I figure maybe $20 a photo."
“I know you’re drunk, but this is not a good idea, Skye!” She laughs so loud that she starts slamming her hand into the countertop. "Oh my gosh." She hiccups as she giggles. "No way. You're going to take a photo with someone's phone camera and charge them $20. Are you out of your mind, Skye?"
"Obviously, it's going to be more than one photo and I'm going to take some props with me so that they're cool, of course."
"Some props?" She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. "What props?"
"You'll see tomorrow night," I say, slightly miffed that she's not taking me seriously. "I think it's a good idea to make some money on the side."
"I mean, it's an idea all right," she says. "I don't know how good it is. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me. I just don't know that I would be happy if I was trying to take a selfie and someone came up to me and was like, 'Hey, you want me to help with that?' And I said, yeah. And then they said, 'Oh, and that's $20.'"
"But they won’t have the props that I'm going to have tomorrow."
"Okay," she says, making a face. "If you think this sounds like a sound business plan, Skye."
I stare at her for a couple of seconds. "Look, do I think it's going to net me millions? No. But what if it becomes a thing? What if people want to franchise the unofficial photographer gig?"
"Girl, who's going to franchise that? They can go into any bar or restaurant and be an unofficial photographer without having a franchise from you. You won't even know."
I laugh slightly. "Okay, you make a point there. Maybe it's not going to become franchises, but maybe if I patent it."
"Girl, really?"
"Okay," I say, laughing. "Maybe I won't patent it, but it's worth a try, right? Especially if we go to some really bougie places and I have some really rich people pay me."
"Can I make a suggestion?"
I nod slowly as she reaches for the Korean mask packs.
"Why don't you make it tip based?"
“Tip based? You think so?” I ask, frowning as I think about asking for tips. It wasn’t what I’d had in mind. "It's not like I'm getting an hourly wage. Are you saying that I should ask the clubs to give me an hourly wage?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying," she says, laughing. "What I'm saying is what if you do what you were thinking. You go up to these people and maybe you have a sign around you that says ‘unofficial photographer of the evening’, which sounds kind of cheesy, but I think we'll make it look a bit more legit."
"I like that," I say, nodding. "I can probably get something made."
"And then after you take the photos, have a jar, and on the jar just say ‘unofficial photographer for tips’ or something. That way they don't feel pressured into giving you $20, especially if you don't necessarily get a great photo."
"What do you mean if I don't necessarily get a great photo?"
"Girl, I know you are an unofficial photographer, and I know that you're using their phones and that it's all for fun, but I've had you take official photographs of me and they turn out looking like shit."
"No, they didn't. I take realistic photographs. If that's how you look, that's how you look."
"People don't want to look at themselves in a photo and see how they really look, girl. No one wants to see their extra twenty pounds or their double chin or their fat belly."
