ACCEPTED!!!.......maybe -7

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Y/n POV

I woke up to a notification sound, I got out of bed and sat on the chair action the room while I checked my phone and grabbed clothes, and I couldn't belive what I saw.

An email from the founder of the band saying they'd like to see me for a real life interview to talk more about what I could do. I was so excited.

"Kennedyyy!" I called out to my friend

She opened the door to the room and seemed worried about why I would be screaming.

"What's wrong!"

"I got the job!!!!" I shouted excitedly

"Really!" She asked

"Well....not yet, but they said they wanted to see me for a real life interview, so that's a good sign right?"

"Bruh, you got me so excited and you haven't even got the job yet"

She seemed annoyed cuz technically she was correct, I didn't have the job yet, but I was probably going to get it so I didn't mind.

"Chill out, I need to get ready for my interview immediately, if I keep them waiting too long the they might be upset at me and not give me the job."

"Okay, I'm gonna be downstairs if you need me"

"Okay, thanks Kennedy"

I grab my clothes and I go to my bathroom to have a shower and get ready Im not entirely sure what I should do with my outfit or my clothes but I'm sure I can find something that works. I wanna impress these people, I've never even met them but by their music they sound legit.

I wait for the water to warm up then i step in, I really hope I can get this interview, if I don't then I don't know what I would do. It might takeme forever to get a job, then I kight not even like the job and my friend might get mad at me for having to stay here for a long time. I don't know.

I was my hair with my shampoo and wash it away. I step out of the shower and dry off, I put on a fancy button-up shirt and a pair of plain black pants, I don't wanna look too fancy but I also don't wanna look like I don't care about the job or how I look at all. They might think I'm some random dirty drug-addict or something, I don't know. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and start brushing my teeth. When I'm done I comb my hair into a nice and pretty looking hair style and put everything away.

I go to my room and grab my resume, my files, ect. I put it all into a little purse and go downstairs, I see Kennedy making bacon and biscuits In The kitchen.

"Oh hey y/n. What some bacon"

"No, I'm sorry I gotta go. I really don't wanna be late and it's almost time for the interview. Byee"

"Bye" Kennedy said as she waved.

"Also I'm taking your car" after I said that I quickly closed the door and went to her car.

"Wait what!?" She said as the door was closed.

But it was too late, I was already driving away and to the place where the had the interview. I was so excited to see if id get the job or not.

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Schneider POV

I wonder if the girl who got the message by Richard is actually gonna come here, it's only 2 minutes until her interview and she hasn't showed up yet, usually people would be here early to get to the interview, maybe she didn't see the message, or maybe she just didn't want the job anymore.

That would suck if she didn't want the job, cuz she had a lot of really good skills. She could help us with our pyrotechnics a lot and she could make the shows so much cooler.

Suddenly Richard walked into the room and turned to me.

"Schneider, the girls here, c'mon we all need to be there for the interview"

I got up calmly and tried to hide my excitement, I was very happy that wed get a new person on the job, we hadn't had anyone new for over 6 years and I was getting bored of the same old people every day. I wanna get to know someone new.

We walked into the room were the girl would be and we saw her.

Oh. My. God.

She looks up at me and seems confused. It's the girl on the plane I saw, she came all the way to Germany for this job, I was instantly shy around her and dint talk much during the interview.

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Y/n POV

oh. My. God.

It's that strange guy I saw staring at me on the plane, did he follow me here or is he In This band?

I don't know, but all I know is that I suddenly felt very strange, in a room full of 6 massive German men. Who could probably kill me if they wanted.

Oh well. Let's get this over with and hope I get the job.




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