It was Lunas last week as an intern and it seemed like it was dragging on. Granted it was only the beginning of the week, but it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel wasnât getting any brighter. She just needed to get through this one last week of toting around cameras that could very well weigh more than her. Luna was running on fumes, and she was just ready to sleep for a week.Â
Her mind was everywhere, to the point where she wasnât exactly sure where they were shooting this time around; she wasnât even sure exactly who the talent was that the photoshoot was for. All she knew was that the bags were heavy and she didnât know where she was even going anymore. With a heavy sigh she stopped in her tracks, dropping the bags to the ground. Pulling out her phone to make a call to her boss she turned on the spot, a gasp escaping her as she ran into someone. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry!â