Camera Man

There would always be imbalance. One wants to stay in, and the other wants to party.
But he would do anything for her. She was beautiful, so graceful on screen and he loved to film her. And she loved to be filmed. It was the only place she ever felt special in her whole life. She needed it so much, the attention which she was starved of as the daughter of a fashion designer in Paris growing up.



And through her radiance he could tell the sadness, and that’s what made her so helpless.



To hear this story set to music visit:www.myspace.com/harryhawke



Until next time...



hh

The Official Harry Hawke “Your words, not mine” Blog

The mysterious Harry Hawke captures tales of woe and joy and everything in between, and retells them with the back drop of a resonator guitar and some maracas.

So many stories to tell, of loved ones, lost ones, out casts, dreamers, city folk and country folk alike.


Regularly updated with tales from the world you live in. Your world, Your lives, Your stories.

To read stories and hear them set to music visit the following:

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Until we meet again. . .

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