The Interview.

Chapter Two

Seven o'clock dawns. It took me an eternity, but thankfully I finally settled on an outfit. Nothing amazing, just some leggings, a skirt and a smart t shirt. I'm extremely nervous, before it was fine, it was the rest of the band as well as a few other people but now, Chris Martin, of COLDPLAY is coming to knock on my door. And I've only known him personally for less than seven hours. Yipee.

Knock. Knock.

Oh crap, I think, it's finally here, I rush to the door, I don't want him waiting outside for too long. 

"Hiya!" He beams. I feel more relaxed already.

"Hey Chris, want to come in? Just need to finish getting my stuff together, sorry."

"Oh no, it's fine, I'm a bit early anyway."

He's not, he's perfectly on time, but he's being the perfect gentlemen and I can't help but get a few butterflies in my stomach because of that. 

"Take a seat, I'll only be a minute." He sits down on the couch in the centre of the room. I walk into my room and shove some final things into my bag before finishing off my lipstick. I walk in and he's sat there, his hands on his knees trying to disguise his sweaty palms, probably from nerves or something, bless him, I think to myself. He's looking around at the small room and I stand there for a minute just watching his big blue eyes travelling around. He looks round towards the door frame that I'm leaning on and nervously smiles at me. Cute!

"What? Don't trust me?" He chuckles to himself. Aw.

"Oh no I do! I just didn't know how to break the silence." 

"Are you ready?" He says as he stands up.

"Yup." He walks towards me and links his arm  in mine.

"Let's go!" He says.

We walk outside, once again it's freezing. I wonder how we're going to get to the restaraunt but it's as if he can read my mind.

"It's only round the corner. 5 minutes? Maybe."

"Oh right. I was wondering."

We walked along, neither of us really knowing what to say and I could tell he was really nervous. 

"So, I er. You er come here often?" He finally spoke.

"No, I've never been." I reply.

We arrive and he stops briefly outside. 

"Ready to go in?" He asks.

"Yes." I say "Oh and, Chris."

"What?"

"Don't be nervous." I whisper as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him gently on the lips. It only last for a second but even I feel more confident. But how's he reacted? Oh God, maybe I got it all horribly, completely wrong. I daren't turn around, I push on the door and walk inside...