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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2

A couple weeks later, I was called in to do take the team photo as well as the individual ones. The equipment managers had set up benches out at centre ice and the players were off goofing around as if they were a bunch of teenagers.

“Race ya, Sam!” cried Kesler as he came and circled me.

“Oh, you know there’s nothing I’d love more than making a fool out of myself, Kes, but I’m a little preoccupied,” I said trying to keep my balance while setting up the camera stand. He knew very well that I couldn’t skate to save my life, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying to do my job. Kesler didn’t take the hint though, and just kept circling me and the stand until he got my attention again. “Whoa there, Speedy Gonszales, you’re making me dizzy. Go find someone else to bug.”

He stopped, the grin on his face attempting to turn into a pout, “But you’re the cutest one here.” I rolled my eyes. I was the only female there and he was happily married. “Seriously, Kes, don’t make me call Mo,” I threatened, knowing that playing the pseudo big brother card was enough to scare him away.

“Okay, okay,” he put his hands up, “I’ll go bug Burr.” He turned and I was left in peace to finish setting up. I signalled to John, the organizations’ PR director and my boss, that I was ready and he called the guys over. Nazzy took his usual spot on the red line with the Canucks’ co-owner Francesco Aquilini on his right and Dave Nonis on this left and then with the help of a prepared layout, John got everyone into their positions.

“Good afternoon, everyone one. Samantha here is going to be taking three group shots and then we’ll get you guys to upstairs to do the individual shots. Samantha?” He turned to me. I nodded.

“On the count of three, alright guys?” I called to them, looking up from the digital display on the camera. The team had changed so much from previous seasons, I thought sadly. The business aspect of hockey was cruel this way. My eyes quickly swept the bunch, momentarily stopping on Pyatt’s before turning my attention back to the camera. But, perhaps sometimes change was good.

“One… two… three!” Click.

“Need a hand?”

Luckily, with John’s help, I was able to pack up all the photographic equipment up before attempting to skate across to the tunnel that lead to the team’s dressing room. I wasn’t fairing so well. I’d gone about five feet from where I’d taken the photos from and most of the guys had gone to change out of their skates, but Pyatt lagged behind and offered his services.

“Oh, I don’t know if you want to do that,” I said unsure, looking his outstretched hand. “Me and this ice rink are well acquainted. As Mo about his scar on his left caf.” His eyes twinkled.

“I’ll risk it.” He took my hand and we slowly skated along the red line – well, he glided, I staggered, grabbing on to him with my other hand from time to time.

“That’s it. Nice and easy,” he coached, “So, I saw Kes bugging you before. What did you say to scare him off like that? I haven’t seen anyone move that fast since… well, ever,” his lips curled into a smile.

I grinned sheepishly. “I threatened to drag Mo over.” Py raised his eyebrows at that.

“I’m an only child and when I first started here on work experience in high school, there was a lot of doubt to whether or not I could replace their team photographer and I was a nervous wreck,” I explained, “Mo was the one of the first to befriend me and over the years he’s sort of become like a big brother to me. Overly protective and all of that. The guys know that and I use it to my advantage when I need to,” I admitted, embarrassed at how juvenile it all now sounded.

“Your work is important to you, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I said, glad that he’d been able to pick out that point. “I haven’t done it professionally for very long – just over four years, but I’ve always had a love for photography. How am I doing?” I lost my balance for a second, but he was there to keep me from falling.

“Good, although you should put more weight on the inside of your skate,” he switched hands so that he could place one on the small of my back to give me more support.

We got to the tunnel miraculously in one piece – a first for me.

“Holy crap, Pyatt, did you help Sam across the ice? Without getting injured?” Cooke greeted us. I would’ve rolled my eyes if not for the fact that it was a highly unusual feat.

“Hey, I warned him and yeah, we’re both fine. Not a scratch. Py’s sturdy, not like the rest of you wimps.”

“Wimps? Man, I’ve got to show you the scar on my leg and Matt’s got a nasty bruise from last week,” Mo chimed in. “You got lucky, Py, real lucky.”

“Okay, enough. I think he gets the point. Now, I need to get out of these things before someone does gets hurt and not by accident, either,” I added, annoyed. Pyatt stood there, absorbing the comments, his eyes shining in amusement. “Thanks, Py, I’ll see you all upstairs in forty minutes, let the rest of the guys know.” I walked carefully towards the dressing room where my shoes were.

John had the guys lined up alphabetically outside my makeshift photo booth, complete with black screen to block out the light and provide a bit of privacy. The shoot went alphabetically, so I was just about at the half way mark when Mo’s turn came around.

“You guys really didn’t fall?”

“That’s right, Mr. In-denial, we didn’t fall.”

“Really?”

“Just get on the damn chair.”

Mo grinned and hopped on. I snapped off a picture.

“Careful, Sam. If you get any redder, someone might think you like the guy.”

“Oh, I don’t know, he sure passed the first test, didn’t he?” I said sarcastically, “Now out,” I pointed at the screen.

“I don’t know if I like this new snarky Sam,” he chuckled to himself, but came around to the camera. “Just… be careful, okay?” He softened the seriousness of his tone by rubbing my hair before turning to leave.

I tugged my hair band off, letting my wavy dark hair fall around my shoulders. Nazzy and Ohlie came in next and soon after Pyatt was poking his head in, taking a good look around the cozy room.

“Hey,” I smiled at him.

“Hey,” he took in my wild curls as I bent over the camera.

“Have a seat,” I gestured to the chair, readjusting the height of the camera stand. “So, do you know who you’ll be playing with?”

“No idea. I hear my goal should be the Twins.”

“Oh yeah, they’re amazing to watch,” I agreed. “Smile for me,” I said, flushing once the words had left my mouth. He gave me a half smile, half smirk which was met with the flash from the camera. Did this guy know how to sell himself or what?

“I’ll see you around, Sam,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Yep, good luck, Py.”
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