The photographer hangs around the red room snapping something real.Like a jazz record!
She floats around networking.
Can I see?
Can I see?
Checks her window.
Just check....
Toilets always seem to be the way.
Where the real action happens.
Real.
What's that?
This is real!
But it seems so much realer at the art factory.
Oh, she's up all night..
but she can't get it right.
A real photographer just like me.
Words, ideas play in her head.
Dancing around like a brother watching over you.
Telling you what to take and where?
They are all so nervous.
Been there, seen it over and over
So easy to see
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