Literature
Emma and The Mask
EMMA AND THE MASK – PART ONE “Emma, can we please get a little more… SOMETHING?” Adam, the photoshoot director, begged. “Oh, yeah, sure,” Emma replied, realising she had been staring into space. Emma Watson had been struggling to find motivation lately. Since her major role in the Harry Potter series ended, she has felt the pressure of her persona weigh down heavily on her. The photoshoot that she is currently on is just another of the lifeless, soulless, pointless tasks that her agent has her into. “Listen, maybe we need to change outfits again, are you feeling that?” Adam asked Emma. Emma rolled her eyes and looked down at her white buttoned shirt and tight black trousers. “I think this is fine, Adam.” She said in a fed-up tone. “Are you sure?” Adam persisted, “Maybe we can get something to really flaunt that body?” Emma raised her eyebrows. “And what exactly would you like me to wear to flaunt my body?” She asked curiously. “Maybe we can show off those legs,” Adam suggested
