With every job interview, more denial came in. Being discouraged was an understatement. Though collectively I felt like I wasn't good enough to anyone anymore.
Andy had filed a few things with his lawyers to figure out if these cover stories were hampering my success. Nothing came back yet.
As for the record store, well, things were going. At least I still had a job right?
Today, after work, I was glancing through the newspaper for job postings. Andy was not home yet. He had a gig in San Fransico but would be home soon.
All the job listings were extremely ridiculous. One job expected you to have 6 years of experience but also be 16+ for the job title. How is that even possible?
A couple of the postings I had called to and as soon as I said my name, they'd tell me the job was already filled or they still had interviews to conduct. Perhaps being in the limelight was something I needed to recognize. My life isn't the same as it was 2 years ago. That's a good thing and bad thing.
For a while, I took a break from reading the newspaper. I glanced through the rest of the news for a while.
I put my highlighter down and went and got ready for bed.
I went back to the kitchen table after for a while still waiting for Andy.
There was a job opening at a funeral home. For a split of a second I thought whether or not to apply. I circled it and would think about it tomorrow.
By 11 p.m, I was tired so I headed to bed. Andy should be home soon I thought to myself.
And so, I settled into the bed and closed my eyes. By 11:45 p.m, I heard the door opening in the living room. My Andy was finally home.
I heard him putting his stuff down. I heard the fridge open and close as I heard the pop of a can of soda also fill the house. He was trying so hard to be quiet.
I sat up in the darkness of the room. Andy was tiptoeing in.
"Hi love," I whispered in the dark.
"Darling? You should be asleep by now," Andy commented in the dark.
He was by the bed putting his drink down.
"I couldn't sleep," I said yawning.
"Were you looking for a job again?" Andy asked as I heard his shoes hit the softness of the rug in the bedroom.
"Yeah," I said quiet.
"I saw the ad highlighted for a funeral home. Why would you apply for that?" Andy asked chuckling.
I laughed for a moment.
"It's a job isn't it? And the pay's pretty good," I joked.
Andy shut his Chester drawers and walked towards the bathroom.
"Darling you don't need to be in a funeral home working for dead people literally," Andy said before jumping in the shower.
"Well I mean at least I'd be wanted dead or alive," I commented.
I could hear Andy snickering as the shower water began running.
I looked at the clock and it was a little after midnight. It was a safer feeling knowing Andy was home. I had to be at work in 9 hours but I did not have a care in the world.
Andy finished his shower and came to bed by 12:20 a.m.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Andy asked in the dark.
He was getting settled into the bed.
"I should be but I missed you," I said finding his face to kiss him.
Andy chuckled.
"Perhaps you should think about seeing if you could be hired on as one of my concert roadies or something I mean," Andy replied as wrapped his arms around me.
"I mean that's not a bad idea but isn't that like against the wishes of your agents? Working with the person you are dating?" I asked Andy quietly.
I felt Andy shake his head.
"Not that I know of darling it would be so much easier though. We'd be together all the time first off plus you'd be extra protected and no one would be biased against you like all those jobs have been," Andy whispered.
"It just seems extreme to do so. People in your circle might make waves or quit if that happened," I replied sleepy.
Andy yawned.
"They can quit if they want. It's their loss darling," Andy replied kissing the top of my head.
"I'll definitely think about it love but also if I worked for you, I don't want it to cause us to break up either," I told him sad.
"What have I told you?" Andy asked in a serious voice.
He then trailed his hand down to find my hands which were currently around his torso.
"This ring on your hand is what?" Andy asked me.
"Your promise I know love but," I begin saying.
"The promise will continue and will forever be that I will take care of you and love you. I loved you before we even were a couple. I don't know how many times I have to keep saying it but I love you and I will marry you one day. But, I also know how badly you want the job in the degree you want and I want you to follow your dreams. However darling, if I can help you follow your goals and dreams, I will do so," Andy told me.
I was left speechless. I did not know what to say or do.
I sighed.
"I just have a hard time believing anything right now love. It's not you, it's just the world we live in right now I suppose. And feeling like nobody wants me," I begin replying.
"When nobody else in the world wants you, always remember that I want you," Andy whispered close to my ear.
I got shivers down my spine.
"Now don't be so silly anymore darling. You will get the job you've dreamed of. Don't forget I have some things into my lawyers because of Teen Hunk and such," Andy replied sweetly.
We both scooted down to finally hopefully go to sleep.
"I love you more than you'll ever know," I told him before closing my eyes for the night.
"And I love you most," Andy said kissing my forehead.
Sometimes it's hard to believe things will be looking up.
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Miracle Pill | 70s Teen Dream Story
Historical FictionSeptember 1978. Los Angeles . (Y/N) currently works in a record store in the heart of California. By living in the city of Angels, what miracles truly happen when she easily befriends celebrities far and few between...