Like Nobody Else ~One Direction

Like Nobody Else, Part 3- Meeting New People

 

“Hello girls, what a pleasure meeting you!” Debbie said happily, she was a bubbly woman in her in her thirties; she had a chestnut cropped hair resting on her shoulders and a very cheery air around her. She was wearing a pencil skirt which cut of at her knees with black heels and a white blouse perfectly ironed. Overall she seemed nice enough for me.

“Hey, I’m Dinah and this is Danielle. We’re so thankful to be working with you!” Dinah said shaking our manager’s hand.

“So I’d like to discuss what’s going to be happening, take a seat.” Debbie said kindly and we did. Our fathers decided we could fend on our own through this and had returned to work after signing the finishing paperwork, they made us promise to ring them tonight and see what’s happening. It seemed a contract with Sony for a whole year…

“I was thinking that you could meet who you’ll be working for this afternoon rather than tomorrow then once you’ve bonded with your colleagues tomorrow you could have an interview- I’ll make sure it’s not live for your first as it can be a bit nerve wrecking! Anyway, then after I thought you could do a photo-shoot for the interviewers if they want one. Then in the next few days after that you can begin working, which may be on music videos, concert dancers or choreography. Sound good?” Debbie explained and I and Dinah were dazed, it was all happening so fast! I mean a few hours ago we were let down about not getting a job with Take That and now were organising interviews. It was all crazy.

“Yeah… Wow.” I managed out and Dinah looked at me in understanding, she was feeling the same as me.

“Good! Are you ready to go?” Debbie said grabbing her brief case.

“What? Now?” Dinah said, Debbie nodded and pulled us to our feet, we were currently in her office at Sony Music Entertainment it was sleek and modern, everything had a place and everything was in that place. It felt not lived in to me but if that’s how Debbie liked it then who am I to complain.

“Yes! Time is at the essence, now hurry up! Some of them should be down stairs recording or practising for concerts, whichever it is.” Debbie grabbed our hands and pulled us out of her tidy office and into the corridor before shutting the door behind her.

She walked swiftly down the corridors taking sharp turns and we struggled to keep up before we finally got to a corridor signed ‘Recording.’ We walked through it and Debbie opened the first door on the right, we walked in and our eyes widened. Standing in front of us was Olly Murs.

“Hello Debbie, who do you have here?” Olly said grinning cheekily at us.

“These are some dancers we just signed; they may be coming on your tour with you. Make them feel welcome.” Debbie said and realisation came over Mr. Murs’ faces.

“Oh! The ones from the video,” Debbie nodded and Olly continued, “I saw that! I retweeted it actually… Well it’s a pleasure to be working with you.”

“I think we’re the ones who should be saying that!” Dinah said laughing before walking up to Olly confidently and sticking out a hand, “Dinah Robinson.”