Fairy under the Blue Moon. Mistaken Identity

Giannis Alessandro found himself driving early morning, next to his best friend and college classmate, the beautiful Kallisto. Giannis didn't know what tomorrow will bring him, but he was sure the champagne bottles would be bubbling as long as he shares his success and defeats with an honest friend in a world of false masks and pretense. Both were studying Social Communication at College and had freelance jobs. Kallisto is a professional makeup artist, and Giannis is a model, and took professional portrait and editorial style photography. Those who invited them to spend a season in the city of Mérida are models, good friends of Giannis, their group of friends use to be creatures of the theater and cameras.

“No one would notice her absence in the City, actually It will be great for her just some kind of change” thinks Giannis for himself as He is driving along the driveway. Kallisto had been enclosed into her apartment, without leaving her place only for going to classes, since she discovered that her ex-boyfriend Gabriel was dating someone new. Gabriel it wasn´t a big deal for Kallisto, they even didn’t have sex. But Giannis Knows how sensitive is Kallisto, specially about relationships feelings. As soon I realiced that it was a matter of life or death for Kallisto change or move to somewhere else, we moved on and went after our dreams. We took a flight to Irland, rent a car, and now we were driving to some new adventure, following direction Kallisto´gps.

I had to break up with my ex-boyfriend in New York City, and travel with my best friend Kallisto towards a new beginning. It was so easy to me forget my ex, actually I am more than ready to take new pictures and live new love stories. The frenetic fury of the modeling world, makes me imagine easily the models posing in front of my camera. The view is amazing and the moving landscapes of the mountains and the beautiful sunrise, reflecting the sun´s ray, are conquering me through the trip.

With both hands on the wheel, I drive down an inhospitable road. The tour is accompanied by the song Wish You Were Here by Pynk Floyd it plays from Kallisto's phone, the stars that are disappearing in front of the last vestiges of nightfall. Kallisto, is no more than 21 years old, She sleeps with a sweet face, and a delicate beauty. She highs cheekbones above her red lips, sleeps in my car, in the passenger seat. At that moment I change the song and starts singing it in fluent English. The sun begins to cover us and Kallisto languidly wakes up, opens her eyes and rubs her eyelids. She wears a ring with the jade stone decorating her fingers. I look my reflection in the mirror, I am looking handsome and jovial, I smiles at Kallisto. The first rays of the sun glinting off my car. I take my aviator sunglasses out of the passenger compartment and put them on me. I has a sharp nose and a face framed by attractive masculine features, perfect for being a model. Kallisto is a thousand times more beautiful than any model I meet, her face has the perfect symmetry as she is a model, her eyes are deep green and her lips tinted light pink smile mischievously.

My straight black hair looks intact despite the wind that moves it, I enjoy driving, my chin is perfectly shaved and the wind that enters through the window caresses my cheeks devoid of imperfections. Outlining a mysterious and hidden smile, I watch Kallisto by my side.