Where would you rather be? In front of OR Behind the Camera?

When the long nape of your slender neck and the curve of your waist could turn heads; when your kohled eyes drip mischief but lips peek innocence;

When your flawless skin can only be bettered by your laughter and your pictures are littered in magazines.

When the lace hemming your dress is a rage and your interests become deserving causes. 

What more could you ask for. Perhaps a spunky attitude stirred with compassion and character. Perhaps a talent to observe people and to experience their lives through the camera. 

Yes, you would argue that I am nothing more than a puppet in the hands of the director. I am someone else’s story and another’s sketch. But I am the color to his painting, the meaning to his experience, the soul to his body. What would roses be without red and rainbows without violet. I would be Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany!