It felt like a glamorous fever dream. The sound of music blared from invisible overhead speakers and flashing lights illuminated celebrities as they crowded the front row. There was the feeling that something big was happening and I was in the middle of it. I found my place on the crowded risers with other photographers and waited in anticipation.
As the lights went down and the music began to fade, we all tensed up and aimed our lenses carefully toward the runway. The pressure to capture the perfect shot of each look is intense.
The show began and we started snapping. But within minutes, the photographer next to me slammed his camera into the left side of my head. Instead of apologizing, he told me to get out of his way. I was in shock, and with very little room to move, I only managed to adjust my body slightly. But he persisted. I felt his elbow hard in my ribs, shoving me with such force that I almost fell in the lap of the person to my right. As a result, I missed two looks. I turned to him and said, "Seriously?" He didn't answer.
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