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DG: Prima Moana
[Snow White decided to take a backseat to singing and become a manager. It was a little hard at first, but she finally is getting it together. She finally got herself a talented, young starlet who is also the newest princess, Moana. At first Snow was excited and ready to mold fresh talent, but quickly realized Moana was a prima donna.
It's been a few months now and Moana's career is finally taking off. Today is her first big modeling gig at the beach for a swimsuit ad in Wonderland Fashion Magazine. Snow is hoping Moana does well, but it doesn't seem like it. Moana hates taking directions from "others" not on her "level". Snow is checking her phone messages from another potential client when she hears Moana's prima donna temper tantrum.]
M: Ugh! Stop, stop, stop!
Photographer: What's wrong?
M: What's wrong are YOUR directions! You're not even trying to get my good side! And this swimsuit color? [she makes a disgusted gag motion] GAG! Even a person with no sense of style could tell blue is SOOO not my color!
Photographer: Well, if you feel that way maybe you shouldn't---
[Snow can see that if she doesn't quickly intervene Moana will lose the modeling contract. She runs over to defuse the situation. ]
S: Whoa, whoa, whoa! She doesn't mean that! She's just tired. We all are! We've been out here for hours, it's cold, and I'm sure we're all hungry. Let's take say...10 minutes to relax and regroup? [she gives a nervous smile]
Photographer: Well...alright. But anymore of that and---
S: I promise. There won't be anymore outbursts like that. Princesses honor!
[The photographer and crew leaves to the refreshment table. She turns to Moana who still has an attitude.]
S: Moana...we've talked about this. You just can't---
M: I most certainly can! Do these people know who I am?! I'm Moana! Beautiful, talented, royal, loved by all!
S: Mhm, yes, yes, dear. These people do know who you are, but you still have to treat them with respect.
M: Hmpf! I will when they do the same for me! These people have been awful to me from the start! No sparkling water, just plain bottled water, then the makeup artist, if you can even call her that, totally put the wrong shade of foundation on me, and now that hack photographer is getting all of my wrong sides. How can anyone work in those kinds of conditions?! These amateurs don't care about me or my image!
S: I promise you these professionals will make you look the way you want everyone to see you look like. Just behave. We can't afford another dropped contract. I'm still trying to convince Oliver Music and Company to give you another chance to record for them.
M: They're hacks too, but whatever. The sooner I get this done the better. I'll take that silly man's poor directions and get this photo shoot over with.
S: Thank you. I'll go get the crew.
M: Hmpf.
DG: Prima Moana
[Snow White decided to take a backseat to singing and become a manager. It was a little hard at first, but she finally is getting it together. She finally got herself a talented, young starlet who is also the newest princess, Moana. At first Snow was excited and ready to mold fresh talent, but quickly realized Moana was a prima donna.
It's been a few months now and Moana's career is finally taking off. Today is her first big modeling gig at the beach for a swimsuit ad in Wonderland Fashion Magazine. Snow is hoping Moana does well, but it doesn't seem like it. Moana hates taking directions from "others" not on her "level". Snow is checking her phone messages from another potential client when she hears Moana's prima donna temper tantrum.]
M: Ugh! Stop, stop, stop!
Photographer: What's wrong?
M: What's wrong are YOUR directions! You're not even trying to get my good side! And this swimsuit color? [she makes a disgusted gag motion] GAG! Even a person with no sense of style could tell blue is SOOO not my color!
Photographer: Well, if you feel that way maybe you shouldn't---
[Snow can see that if she doesn't quickly intervene Moana will lose the modeling contract. She runs over to defuse the situation. ]
S: Whoa, whoa, whoa! She doesn't mean that! She's just tired. We all are! We've been out here for hours, it's cold, and I'm sure we're all hungry. Let's take say...10 minutes to relax and regroup? [she gives a nervous smile]
Photographer: Well...alright. But anymore of that and---
S: I promise. There won't be anymore outbursts like that. Princesses honor!
[The photographer and crew leaves to the refreshment table. She turns to Moana who still has an attitude.]
S: Moana...we've talked about this. You just can't---
M: I most certainly can! Do these people know who I am?! I'm Moana! Beautiful, talented, royal, loved by all!
S: Mhm, yes, yes, dear. These people do know who you are, but you still have to treat them with respect.
M: Hmpf! I will when they do the same for me! These people have been awful to me from the start! No sparkling water, just plain bottled water, then the makeup artist, if you can even call her that, totally put the wrong shade of foundation on me, and now that hack photographer is getting all of my wrong sides. How can anyone work in those kinds of conditions?! These amateurs don't care about me or my image!
S: I promise you these professionals will make you look the way you want everyone to see you look like. Just behave. We can't afford another dropped contract. I'm still trying to convince Oliver Music and Company to give you another chance to record for them.
M: They're hacks too, but whatever. The sooner I get this done the better. I'll take that silly man's poor directions and get this photo shoot over with.
S: Thank you. I'll go get the crew.
M: Hmpf.