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She finds herself watching the way Kory zips up her studded boots.
In the middle of waiting for her cue to run the set, to position with her words the way she wants to see Kory— the way she wants the world to see her, eventually— Donna Troy watches Kory prepare for her shoot, and thinks of her own current circumstances, camera in hand, the pop star across the set.
Starfire had personally approached her the day prior and asked Donna to call her Kory. Short for Koriand’r, her real name. Donna found it easy to comply; what else would she say to the biggest musical artist in the world?
Even before that brief meeting, when Donna had found out she would be photographing Starfire, she had immediately set out to find the most recent tapes of the alien starlet’s concerts. Bootleg recordings on cassette weren’t hard to obtain; video, on the other hand, was much more rare, and could have been costly.
Until Starfire herself found her yesterday, and handed her a tape, and personally asked Donna to call her by her nickname.
That, Donna reflects now, was the point of no return.
She had gone home, tape in her bag, and watched every second of the official concert recording, the way Kory ruled the stage as Starfire, done up in high-heels and bodysuits and glitter all over that shined underneath the stage lights.
Donna had watched with her eyes close to the television like the child she once was; shoulders on the floor, hands to her cheeks and propping up her head, leaned over but eyes fixed on the screen before her.
Today, it was her turn to greet Starfire; her turn to set the tone for the day, for the subsequent shoot. And she did:
“I want you to glow,” she had said, gesticulating like an excited fan, camera not yet in hand and thus allowing for her hands to run wild.
And maybe, after that concert that night, she is nothing more than a fan, at this point.
Maybe, Donna thinks, camera firmly in both her hands now, as Kory stands up and beams at her from across the set dressing, she’s okay with that.
But… maybe, she thinks, as she angles the camera for her first shot… more than any other fan, she might have an actual shot at this friendship-with-a-superstar thing.
Donna runs the shoot like a mad woman and she isn’t even ashamed of it; because, from the pride and confidence that oozed from her television screen, from Starfire, she knows that Kory would like it.
Throughout the shoot, Kory rewards her with looks of sheer amazement, as dynamic as she looked on that tape-recorded stage.
Donna returns each and every look with a smile of her own.
And by the time the shoot is over, by the time Kory is nearly whisked away by her crew and Donna made to watch, she also finds herself watching the way those same boots hurriedly step back in Donna’s direction.
“Was I up to your standards, Kory?” Donna grins.
Eyes lowered, a soft, sultry smile on her face:
“Out of this world,” Kory says.