A Heist to Remember

~Chapter 1~

"Hi, is this- Uh- Miss...Miss L/N?" The woman on the other end of the phone stuttered. 

"Yes this is she." You said putting your phone on speaker, and sitting it down onto the counter.

"Hi! Yes, I have called to ask you about a job offer." The voice spoke. Job offer? You thought to herself. "The Youtube sensation Mark Fischbach is starting a new project. There is a choreography and makeup job open." 

Mark Fischbach?!?! The Mark?!! Without even thinking you replied with a simple,

"Yes." Excitement evident in your voice. 

"Perfect that is wonderful to hear." You could hear a shuffling of papers on the other side of the phone. "The job starts Monday. We will fly you out to LA and we will figure out housing from there." 

LA! Monday! Oh boy you had to get your ass moving. It was Saturday night, you needed to start packing. Pack what though? How long would you be there? What were you choreographing? Oh and what makeup would you need. Before your panic could spiral anymore the voice on the other side spoke. 

"Makeup for the cast will be provided here and your stay will be about six months." 

"O-oh! Okay well-"

"I will email you the rest of the information Miss L/N. We will see you Monday!" And with that the other end of the phone went silent. 

Half a month?! You thought in disbelief. You were currently living in New York in a small apartment. You were a professional dancer also with a background with makeup, but how did Mark find out about you? Did Mark hire you or did his manager. It didn't matter, you grabbed your phone and checked your email. It was a boarding ticket. First Class the screen read. First Class?! No way, you scrolled more and found the address of where you guess you would be staying.  You realized you were already wasting time and turned your phone off. Better get packing. You raced to your room and flung a suitcase onto your bed. What to pack? How were you supposed to fit half a year into your suitcase. You finally came to the conclusion that you would have to buy clothes in LA. You packed all the essentials: Underwear, PJ's, Cosmetics, Everyday Clothes, A Charger, Your Laptop, and a few other things. Man you were going to have to buy a lot, but the reality was you were fresh out of college and didn't have any paying jobs other than the choreo you did for a commercial.

It reached 2 am and you decided it was time to pass out on your bed, when you awoke the next morning you saw the 40 notifications on your phone light up.

"What the fuck?" You grumbled, blinking the tiredness from your eyes. No one ever texted you, so who the hell was- SHIT! You sprung out of bed. 

Hi Miss L/N, sorry for the late notice, but Mark has requested for you to be flown down on Sunday. Your flight has already been rescheduled and it will depart at noon. See you soon, Kathy Carter. 

The email was from Mark's manager. Holy crap it was already 9! You slammed your suitcase closed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, real classy, but you had already packed most of your decent clothes. With one hand on your suitcase and the other on your phone you through your backpack over your arm and ran. You rushed to the garage to your car. Your car, a Porsche Mission E. Did you pay for it? Hell no. It was yet another meaningless gift from your parents. Ever since you were a young child your parents spoiled you. They bought you meaningless gifts to fill for their absence in your life. They were always on business trips or out to fancy dinners. From the age of ten you would stay home alone and had to learn how to care for yourself. They left a hole in you that they tried to fill with stuff, but they never could. You shook the thought out of your head as you threw the stuff into your car. In the blink of an eye you were at the airport. You spotted a nicely dressed man when you got out of the car holding a sign with your last name. As you approached him he held out a hand for you to shake.