this whole process.”
“They are so picky it’s ridiculous. By doing it this way though, they only have to pay for the photographers time. They don’t have to send my agent all the way here to oversee a couple hours of picture taking. All of my major sponsors do things differently. The inconsistencies kind of drive me crazy.” Adler drove them to a small bistro on the other side of downtown.
“We could have walked here.” Cason said when she got out.
“Hi Adler, can I have you autograph?” A young girl asked when Adler stepped onto the curb in front of the restaurant. Adler got a marker out of her SUV and signed the girls ski cap.
“That’s why we didn’t walk. We would’ve had to stop a lot. I always sign autographs when I’m asked. I think it’s an honor to have someone ask for you to write your name on one of their possessions, or their body. And yes that has happened.”
“I wouldn’t have minded.” Cason said. “Except for the body part, that’s a little odd.”
“You’d be surprised. A few guys have asked me to sign their chests.” She shrugged. “Gordy had some girl ask him to sign her tits once. I almost died when she pulled her shirt up and let him have full view to decide where to sign.”
“Wow. That’s crazy. Maybe they shouldn’t sell alcohol at these events.” Cason said and laughed.
“What gets me is they want us to write on them with a marker that will erase if and when they decide to shower. Why not ask for a picture or an autograph on something that you will remember in the morning?”
“Good point.”
“Anyway, I usually hide from downtown when the tourists are out. The locals don’t really bother me too much, just a simple hey or good luck here or there.”
They got a small table by the window inside the tiny restaurant. Cason was still studying the menu when Adler ordered for both of them. When the waitress walked away Cason set the menu to the side and studied the woman across from her. Adler had the signature lazy smile on her face that almost looked like a grin. Her bluish-green eyes were just too much to look at Cason felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her chest swell. She was in trouble.
“Are you mad at me for ordering your lunch?” Adler asked.
“No.” Cason looked back at her. “We have a lot of the same tastes. You read my mind.”
“You looked at me strangely just now.”
“I did?” Cason shrugged it off. “So, what do we do when Harvey gets the okay on the proofs?”
“We take the outfits they chose and go up on the mountain. He’ll get a few shots of me standing around and then motion shots of me free riding. Usually, they only want two or three outfits so it should go pretty quickly. Harvey’s really good, he gets the shot and moves on. I can take you home of you don’t want to go.”
“Of course I want to go. Are you kidding? I love watching you snowboard and to get to see you free ride is pretty cool. What mountain are we going to?”
“The last time we did this we were in the pipe, but since I’m free riding we are going to my sweet spot. We have to hike a little bit to get there, but you will like the view and he will go ape shit for the shots he’s going to be able to get.”
***
Cason stretched out on her couch with a glass of bourbon. Her mind drifted back to the crazy day she spent with Adler. She was completely blown away when they finally made it to the mountain. Cason wasn’t lying about the secret spot. Harvey was literally salivating as he set up on the side of one of the small jumps to catch Adler in midair throwing a trick. Cason watched in awe as Adler rode down the mountain spinning and flipping through the air off of each jump in front of them on three separate occasions in three different outfits. She was amazed at the amount of effort it took to get through a photo shoot for a pro athlete. It was a lot more than taking a few simple pictures. Cason envied Adler’s patience. She
“They are so picky it’s ridiculous. By doing it this way though, they only have to pay for the photographers time. They don’t have to send my agent all the way here to oversee a couple hours of picture taking. All of my major sponsors do things differently. The inconsistencies kind of drive me crazy.” Adler drove them to a small bistro on the other side of downtown.
“We could have walked here.” Cason said when she got out.
“Hi Adler, can I have you autograph?” A young girl asked when Adler stepped onto the curb in front of the restaurant. Adler got a marker out of her SUV and signed the girls ski cap.
“That’s why we didn’t walk. We would’ve had to stop a lot. I always sign autographs when I’m asked. I think it’s an honor to have someone ask for you to write your name on one of their possessions, or their body. And yes that has happened.”
“I wouldn’t have minded.” Cason said. “Except for the body part, that’s a little odd.”
“You’d be surprised. A few guys have asked me to sign their chests.” She shrugged. “Gordy had some girl ask him to sign her tits once. I almost died when she pulled her shirt up and let him have full view to decide where to sign.”
“Wow. That’s crazy. Maybe they shouldn’t sell alcohol at these events.” Cason said and laughed.
“What gets me is they want us to write on them with a marker that will erase if and when they decide to shower. Why not ask for a picture or an autograph on something that you will remember in the morning?”
“Good point.”
“Anyway, I usually hide from downtown when the tourists are out. The locals don’t really bother me too much, just a simple hey or good luck here or there.”
They got a small table by the window inside the tiny restaurant. Cason was still studying the menu when Adler ordered for both of them. When the waitress walked away Cason set the menu to the side and studied the woman across from her. Adler had the signature lazy smile on her face that almost looked like a grin. Her bluish-green eyes were just too much to look at Cason felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her chest swell. She was in trouble.
“Are you mad at me for ordering your lunch?” Adler asked.
“No.” Cason looked back at her. “We have a lot of the same tastes. You read my mind.”
“You looked at me strangely just now.”
“I did?” Cason shrugged it off. “So, what do we do when Harvey gets the okay on the proofs?”
“We take the outfits they chose and go up on the mountain. He’ll get a few shots of me standing around and then motion shots of me free riding. Usually, they only want two or three outfits so it should go pretty quickly. Harvey’s really good, he gets the shot and moves on. I can take you home of you don’t want to go.”
“Of course I want to go. Are you kidding? I love watching you snowboard and to get to see you free ride is pretty cool. What mountain are we going to?”
“The last time we did this we were in the pipe, but since I’m free riding we are going to my sweet spot. We have to hike a little bit to get there, but you will like the view and he will go ape shit for the shots he’s going to be able to get.”
***
Cason stretched out on her couch with a glass of bourbon. Her mind drifted back to the crazy day she spent with Adler. She was completely blown away when they finally made it to the mountain. Cason wasn’t lying about the secret spot. Harvey was literally salivating as he set up on the side of one of the small jumps to catch Adler in midair throwing a trick. Cason watched in awe as Adler rode down the mountain spinning and flipping through the air off of each jump in front of them on three separate occasions in three different outfits. She was amazed at the amount of effort it took to get through a photo shoot for a pro athlete. It was a lot more than taking a few simple pictures. Cason envied Adler’s patience. She
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