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Chapter Nine: Mr. Right

           The next day was full of many unexpected surprises. First, it was Caroline.

            I got up, pajamas and all, and found Caroline in the kitchen making breakfast-at 9:00 A.M.

            “What are you doing up?” I immediately question her.

            “Well, I thought my little sister deserved a nice breakfast for her big day,” Caroline says as she cracks another egg into a green bowl.

            I try to remember what day it is. Let’s see, the party was last night so it must be-

            “It’s Saturday,” I remind her, “what could possibly be going on?”

            “Oh, he didn’t tell you?” she picks up the whisk.

            “Who didn’t tell me what?” I demand.

            “Cameron,” she says.

            “Huh?”

            “You have an interview with The Scene today, missy,” she jabs a finger at me as if I’m a four-year-old and she’s telling me I have a dentist appointment.

            My eyes widen. “They called?”

            “Well, he called,”

            “Who called?”

            “Cameron,” she rolls her eyes, “weren’t you listening to a word I said?”

            I was listening, I just thought- This is unbelievable. I’m not going to work at The Scene. I’m not going to work at The Scene.

            “When did he call?” I ask.

            “About thirty minutes ago,” Caroline says and I’m running up the stairs quicker then you could say Hollywood.

            I unplug my Sidekick fiercely from where it’s been charging over night.

            I kick out the screen, and sure enough, I have 2 missed calls and I new voicemail.

            I listen to the voicemail.   

            “Hey, Hayley, this is Cameron. I know you probably expected my dad to be calling you, but he got your email and he was in Atlanta last night. Anyways, he’s coming back later this morning and he wants you to do an interview today at The Scene at eleven-thirty with some of his crew. Um, I hope you can come, call me if you can, and I’ll pick you up later. ‘Kay, bye.”

            Fuck! What now?

            I can’t just not go. That would be stupid. I’m the one who sent in the application-even though I was practically forced. If I don’t show up, what will Cameron think of me? I mean, we’re neighbors, it’s not like I won’t be able to just ignore him. But-

            Hey, here’s something. I’m not sure if I should though, I mean, I might actually want this job. I know I’m completely betraying my mother, but at this point I could care less. I could blow the interview, part of me wants to and the other part of me doesn’t want to.

            “Better hurry! Cameron’s picking you up soon!” Caroline’s voice floats up the stairwell.

            I find a pair of dark pinstripe shorts and a vintage tee Mom picked up for me when she was in London. I’m not sure what’s actually on it, but I assume it’s just a bunch of landmarks. I find my navy blazer and a set of bangles from Forever 21. I also add a pair of these black shoes that kinda look like tap shoes, but they’re super comfy and stylish. I lay everything out of my bed for examination. There, my outfit complete.