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Over the next twenty minutes or so, Alex had at least several dozen images of students and faculty swarming in from the main corridor, front parking lot, and picnic area, which was probably enough considering he’d have to sort through each file later for quality. But he enjoyed it nonetheless, especially getting a chance to really flex all the Canon’s features. The camera itself was relatively new, something gifted to him by his parents, since they both knew the photography passion was a lot more than a fleeting hobby. 

Artistic endeavours came and went for the young man: a drawing here, a painting there, and perhaps even the odd sculpture, but photography was something of a challenge accepted with open arms. He studied everything he could from as many online resources as possible, and even took a summer-long class two years ago, which really inspired his pursuit. And it helped too, that a few friends from last year’s art classes were a source of motivation, including Sage, who was probably the most gifted artist Alex had known in a long time. She had a way of sparking creativity in the most mundane of subjects, and really helped him to think outside the box. 

[color=FF008D]“Make sure you put one of them somewhere prominent eh?"[/color]

Jordan’s fleeting voice snapped him out of his brief reverie, and Alex couldn’t help but smirk at the comments, shaking his head as the “drama queen” strolled by like he owned the place. Which he did, in his own head, of course.

[color=00AEEF]”I’ll make sure you’re headlining the entire year, buddy.”[/color] The photographer jested, making the decision to start heading toward the auditorium not too far behind Jordan. 

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[color=00AEEF]“Wow.”[/color] Was about all that he could mutter, noticing that within no more than a half hour, did the place fill up with so many new and familiar faces.

Alex casually walked the floor near the front row, getting a few wide shots, close-ups, and even a nice panoramic of the entire seating area, and he was pretty sure the same group of kids that gave him the middle finger did the same in another shot earlier. [i]Funny how pictures have a way of coming around to bite a person when they least expect it.[/i] Alex couldn’t help but smirk at the silliest of thoughts. And with that, he made his way up the steps that lead toward the back stage where he’d kept his bag full of different size lenses and a tripod, which he would need to set up soon. 

“Mister Bellamy, great, you’re back! I need a favor, son...” Principle Henderson seemed to come out of the shadows like a Nosferatu, lowkey spooking the young man as he was rifling through the camera bag. Alex cringed every time the man referred to him as “son”, but thankfully he wasn’t facing the other to show his disgust.

Mister Henderson continued.

"Turns out our IT guy, Brian, is running late this morning, and, [i]well[/i], I hate to ask you for more, but…"

Okay, let's pause, because this was about the time where Alex was asked to do something outside his area of expertise and perhaps even, his comfort level, especially when the old guy pretended to feel bad for asking anything. 

"...I'll need your talent manning the video camera, at least until he arrives and can take over."

[color=00AEEF]"[I]Well[/i]"[/color] Alex signed, and turned around. [color=00AEEF]"Sir, you see, I'm-"[/color]

"Perfectly qualified? I know, that's why I asked you!" The principle did another one of those slow motion, at-a-boy punches to the kid’s shoulder like they were becoming super besties. "But seriously, Mister Bellamy, you're the only one I can think of at such short notice, and I'm sure you'll do fine. Yeah?"

The principle stood there with that lingering, yet pathetic expression, as if Alex didn't help him out, the entire assembly would collapse in one fell swoop. The guy had been acting strange today anyway, but it could just be attributed to all the logistics going into the first day of school. So, how was a student supposed to respond to their Principle, but with a…

[color=00AEEF]"Sure, no problem, sir."[/color] The young man nodded, regretfully, but forced a smile nonetheless.

"Thanks a bunch, sport, I'll make sure to-" He was cut off mid-sentence by one of the teachers calling him over for help with something, and with that, he stepped away, leaving Alex to wonder just why the hell he even agreed to any of this.

Back on the main floor of the Auditorium, Alex made his way up the stairs that ran along the center of the stadium seating, toward the ten-by-ten section near the top that was typically designated for camera setup. Unfortunately, a lot of the rowdier students would sit along the top as well, so most likely he would be dealing with a handful of assholes. [i]Lovely.[/i] He shook his head, staring at the shoddy wiring job, with cables running in every direction and not properly tied together or moved out of the way. He knelt down to at least clean up the cables and cords so he didn’t end up tripping over anything.

He just wanted to make it through the assembly and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.