Remorphed

"I really don’t know what you want," Max complained. "I posed, I smiled, and did everything just like you asked, so how come we’re taking so many shots!" The photographer gave the model a reassuring smile. "Sir, I know you’ve been doing this for so many years, but I’m just not getting that ‘energy’ the brand’s looking for. I need something a bit more… Rejuvenated, shall we say? Something that says: "I feel younger wearing this”, Let’s try this again, shall we?" Max rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "Alright, my schedule’s pretty busy right now, I’ve got other photoshoots to do. Let’s make this quick." He then gestured for the cameraman to go ahead, and posed for the 34th time. *Flash* "Not bad! You’re quite good at this for someone your age. Which grade did you say you were in again?" "Thanks," the teen smiled, "I’m in eleventh grade, actually. "Wow, not even in college yet and you’ve got a whole modelling career ahead. Ok, on my count: 3, 2," *One* "You’re a natural kid!