Love Quotes

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"May your tears come from laughing

You find friends worth having

With every year passing

They mean more than gold."

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"Hey," Michael greeted, holding out his hand which both girls shook. "It's great to see you two again."

"You too," Carrie smiled as they looked around the studio.

"So what's the plan?" Kelly asked.

"Well today's shoot is just gonna be with the two of you, and then later we'll have you come back for one with some of the kids as well," he explained. "Now, going along with this whole idea of trying to have a more youth friendly campaign, I tried to get a photographer that was young and modern. This really isn't my expertise, to be honest, but I think he'll do well."

"I'm sure it'll be great," Kelly replied.

"Oh, here he is," Michael smiled as somebody entered the room behind the two singers. "Francois," he greeted, holding out his hand.

Kelly and Carrie turned to see a tall thin man walking towards them. He was wearing all black, and his shirt seemed to be a couple sizes too small. He walked with an air of confidence, but there was something in his eyes that told Kelly he actually hadn't done this very often.

Close behind him was a much shorter guy who couldn't be more than twenty-one with his short hair formed into a mini-mohawk, and his wire rim glasses slipping off his nose. He was being weighted down by several cameras and various other equipment.

"Is this the girls?" the taller one asked, looking at the two of them, his question showing his thick french accent.

"Yes, this is them," Michael smiled, proudly. "Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood."

"How are you?" Kelly asked, holding out her hand.

Francois looked at it and scoffed, before walking away towards the set.

"This should be interesting," Carrie laughed, watching his assistant scurry after him.

"I think I need a couple shots before I do this," Kelly replied as they followed the photographer.

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"Ok, now you're a tree. A tall, flowy, tree," Francois barked. Orders like this had been going on for nearly half an hour now.

"How does he expect us to be tall?" Kelly asked through gritted teeth.

"I know," Carrie said turning to her with a grin. "Here," she said, clasping her two hands together and offering them to Kelly.

"What are you doing?" she said curiously.

"Giving you a boost," Carrie replied. "I mean, if you stand on my shoulders. That'd make us tall, right?"

The two singers burst into laughter as Kelly gave Carrie a playful shove, "You nerd."

"Butterflies," Francois called. "You're beautiful butterflies."

Kelly started to raise her arms up and down like a giant bird, and Carrie had to hold onto to her side because it was starting to hurt from laughing so hard.

"Now pout for me, pout!"

Both singers immediately stuck out their bottom lips, giving each other the best set of puppy dog eyes they can muster.

"Aw," Carrie couldn't hold it in at the sight of the hazel eyes staring into her own. "Remind me never to upset you. You just look too pitiful."

Kelly grinned, "It's a talent."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Francois yelled, throwing his camera down. Each girl jumped at the sound. "That is not pouting!"

"Seriously?" Kelly asked.

"When I say pout, you pout!"

Carrie wiped her face disgustedly, as she felt several spit drops land on her.

"Hey, hey," Michael ran up. "What's wrong?"

"They are not pouting," Francois replied, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Um, Carrie, Kelly," Michael said, turning to the two singers in confusion, realizing that all of this was way out of his league. "Are you not pouting?"

Carrie couldn't help but laugh softly, "I think it's time we take a break. Wardrobe change, maybe?"

"Yea," Michael nodded. "Wardrobe...that sounds right."