Distracted

“Antonio!” the photographer said, putting down his camera, “Antonio! Tony! Come on, man. What’s up today? It’s like you’re completely distracted.”

“Huh?” I said, suddenly realizing that he was talking to me. I’d have to get used to being called “Antonio.”

“I said, what’s up with you today?” said the photographer, “You really ok?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Uh – yeah. So, um, what did you want me to do again?”

“Just do what you always do!” said the photographer, “You know, pose a little bit, show us that smile – and… try to keep your hands off of yourself for right now. We’ll move onto the more hardcore shots this afternoon.”

“Uh… sure,” I said, standing up straight and flexing my arms like I’d seen bodybuilders do. My whole body popped with muscle. It was awesome!

“There’s that smile!” said the photographer, seemingly pleased with my performance.

Who would have known that when I was walking home from school this afternoon, I’d come across this huge musclesuit just laying there in the alley behind the photo studio? I’d barely had time to get it on when these guys came out looking for me.

“Antonio!” they said, “There you are! Come on, man, what are you doing out here? We’ve been looking for you! We gotta get this shoot started!”

And before I knew it, here I was in front of the camera with some guy taking pictures of me and telling me to “turn this way” and “turn that way” and “tighten up the abs a little bit.” I think I’m some sort of porn star or something! I dunno. I’m liking it though! I don’t know who’s usually supposed to be inside of this suit, but I sure hope they don’t miss it, because I’m definitely not going to give it back!