I couldn't breathe. My heart was pounding and I was sweating with nervousness. I wasn't even at the interview yet. I could just feel myself ruining everything. Even though they would ask questions that you could answer personally, but I don't want to give the wrong answer. But right now, I had to get ready. I turned the sink on warm and squirted my face wash into my palm. I rubbed my hands together before caking the soap onto my face and rinsing it off. I dried my face and began to brush my teeth.
After I finished cleansing, I went back into my bedroom to change. I pulled out a gray tank top from my closet and a pair of black jeans with small tears. I looked up and down my line of shoes to find a decent pair. My eyes landed on my pair of ankle length leather boots with a small buckle. I slipped on socks before putting my feet into the shoes. I made my way back into the bathroom, checking my clock to see that it was now 12:15. I quickly fished through my make up and pulled out what I needed.
My eyes were now rich in dark colors and my skin looked very smooth. I quickly put on a small amount of dark red lipstick. I picked up my bag and made my way out of my house. I walked down the almost empty streets of downtown Sydney to the nearby diner to get breakfast. I had texted Luke yesterday and asked him if he was feeling well enough to join me. He said he would come down, but not eat. The diner was just a few blocks down from MGC so it was very convenient.
I entered the diner. Luke told me he was already here. I told the woman in the front I was meeting someone and entered the dining room and looked for Luke. I saw his giant hair from the corner of my eye and walked over to him. "Hey." I said as I sat down in front of him.
"Good morning. You look really good." Luke replied with a smile. I smiled back. The waitress came to our table and me and Luke ordered a drink. I went ahead and ordered my food since I knew what I wanted. After waiting about five minutes, the waitress came back to the table with a plate of waffles in her hand.
"You have that interview thing today, right? For MGC?" Luke asked as I was cutting my first bite. I nodded, not being able to speak because my mouth was full of waffles. It only took me about eight minutes to finish two small waffles. But I didn't have to leave just yet, so I stayed at the diner to talk with Luke for a while. We started to talk about music and our previous lives. He brought up his ex-girlfriend, Aleshia. He never talked about our exes- ever. I quickly ended the conversation and Luke and I said goodbye.
I made my way down the filling streets to the building I've been dying to enter; the building of MGC Music and Sound. I waited outside for about forty five seconds before stepping inside. I looked around the lobby, being so mesmerized by everything. There were quotes on the walls, glass elevators, and a large painting of the company name. I walked up to the desk. "Can I help you?" The woman sitting in front of the computer asked me.
"Uh- I'm here for an interview with Michael Clifford?" I said. She turned back to the computer screen and typed in words. A smile swiped across her face. "Ahh, Miss Arianna. You're going to the eighth floor. There will be another desk. Check in there again and you'll be good to go."
"Thank you." I said. I began to sweat again. I was half way there and I couldn't stop trembling. My hands were shaking as I reached to press the "8" button in the elevator. I tapped my foot to the blink-182 song playing through the speakers. I realized that it was my favorite song by them; Rock Show. When the chorus began to play I sang along with it. I heard a ding, indicating I had reached the eighth floor. I walked out and over to the small desk.
"How can I help you?" This time a boy asked. Oh he was good looking. He had curly blonde hair and sweet hazel eyes. "I have an interview." I told him.
"Your name please?"
"Arianna Reynolds."
"Yes. 1:30. You can wait over there." He handed me a pass and I smiled. I slowly walked over to the waiting area. There was people waiting before me. I didn't think there would be. At least if there was they'd already be gone. I don't know if they're after me or not. I didn't ask because I hate talking to people. After about thirty minutes of a wait, my name was called and I shot up from the chair I was in. I handed my pass to the girl outside the door and she escorted me into an office.
I stood at the entrance and waited. There was a boy with bright red hair standing at the window. He was wearing tight black jeans, high top converse and a light jean jacket. "Welcome, Arianna. Please, sit." He spoke. I made my way over to the chairs in front of his desk. I sat and sank into it. He turned around and looked me in the eyes. Holy shit. He was beautiful. His eyes were the most calming shade of green. The hair tricks you; it makes him look intimidating. But I can tell he's the most warm hearted person.
"So tell me. What makes you want this job?" He asked. It took me a few moments to realize he just talked to me.
"My love of music." I answered. I've always had this passion for it and no one would ever hear what I liked. The boy smiled at me with all white teeth.
"And what comes to your mind when you hear the word 'music'"
"Stereotype." I replied. He showed an odd expression, like he didn't know why I had said that.
"How so?"
"People can some times judge you by your music type. Well, at least that's how it was for me. People think I'm so dark and mysterious because I listen to rock music. But I'm not. I'm warm hearted and easy," I said. He showed another sweet smile that I've grown to love. He seemed impressed with my words. I had learned a lot at school when I went for a year. I studied music psychology and I enjoyed it. But I wanted this job more than ever. "I have taste in music. But no one cares to listen. But with this job, I feel like I can introduce artists and bands to people who need the therapy."
"Who do you like to listen to?"
"I enjoy bands like All-American Rejects." I answered. There it was again. His stupid smile. The boy came over and sat down in the chair next to me. I got a huge wiff of his cologne and it smelt like heaven. "What did you study in school?" He asked.
"Music psychology," I answered. "I enjoyed it, but I didn't go to school for that long."
"How long did you go to school, exactly?" He asked concerned.
"I finished high school, but I went to Melbourne University for a year." I said. Shit. I said on my resumé that I went for two.
"Well, Arianna. Thank you for coming in. You have the right spirit." He said. The two of us stood up in unison. He led me over to the door, but I was confused on why that ended so early.
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OMG DID SHE GET THE JOB?!?! Okay that sucked. I'm sorry. I'm an awful writer I should leave.
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