I was in a photo shoot today.
There were bright lights and a camera in my face. The flash kept flashing and the room full of people shouted, "The camera loves you!"
The director called out: "Strike your favorite dance pose" or "Pretend you're a mime trapped in a box" and "Flex your muscles!"
I won't lie. I loved it. I ate it up. I let go and went with the adrenaline rush. Everybody loved me in the hot glow of the lights. I was a superstar.
Then I walked out of the studio, into the cold dark hallway where I stood alone, wondering what the hell had just happened.
This could prove embarrassing.