At 11:45pm Courtney appears in the dressing room, wearing a short skirt, a bra, a jacket and a man's tie.

'Ok. I know all about lighting', said Courtney, as she squeezes between the background light and the background.

I move her out from where the light is squashed against her stomach.

'You want action right?', says Courtney, and she starts throwing herself forwards and backwards, then side to side.

I'm shooting on a medium format camera without autofocus, I've shot 6 rolls but I'm not sure if she's in a single frame. I worry.

Courtney suddenly takes me by the hand and drags me into her own dressing room.

She takes off all her clothes and dives into a bag, where she pulls out two pink bras.

'Which one?', she says.

'Err, the pink one', I go.

'Put it on', says Courtney, pushing her chest towards me.

And I dutifully help her put on a pink bra.

'Take a picture of me pissing on the toilet', Courtney shouts. '...Do it tastefully'.

'Can I at least sweep up the hair?', I say.

'NO. Just shoot'.

'It's dark in here, let me get a light', I say.

'NO, it's not dark. Just shoot the pictures. NOW'.

Midnight strikes and the curfew kicks in, and we are kicked out.

I am at the end of my mental and physical capacity.

I am starting to jibber to myself like a mental patient.

Courtney sweetly turns and says, 'It's Winona's birthday party, do you want to come?'

And somehow I find myself sitting in beautiful Winona Ryder's house, watching Courtney and her boyfriend dancing with Winona and Winona's sister to U2's It's A Beautiful Day thinking 'WTF is going on, and how did I get here?'.

Perou

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