Caring wings

XI : busy

May 4th

I woke up alone in my room and just stared into nothing, just the time to collect myself. I thought about why I was here and all the things that were waiting for me today. My first rehearsal and of course loads of interviews.

I started getting ready and picked an outfit. I simply chose a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather coat.

Even if we were in May now, Liverpool was way colder than my hometown in the south of France.

I did my usual makeup : eyeliner, lot of concealer to hide the mess, mascara and blush. Our makeup is normal anyway for the first rehearsals as it's being talked about for the second one.

I decided not to have breakfast, I wasn't hungry anyway even though my last meal was a poor sandwich that I didn't even eat entirely yesterday afternoon.
I didn't want to wolf down food if my body didn't feel the need to.

I packed a bag with all the stuff I'd need and got out of my room. I had to meet Alex at the entrance of the hotel so that we could go to interviews together.

My rehearsal was planned for 15h20, so I'd spend all my morning doing a series of interviews.

I honestly hoped those wouldn't be too boring or repetitive, otherwise it would put me in a bad mood for the rehearsal and I didn't want to look mad on the professional photos.

Alex and me walked to the building where the interview would take place. Fortunately, I would stay in the same room while the journalists would meet me one after each other.

"Who was it the guy you were talking to last night ?" She asked me while walking.

It took me a few seconds to understand who she was referring to.

"Oh him, that was Bojan. The singer of the Slovenian representatives."

"I didn't know you were friend with him."

I don't get the point of this conversation but I don't see a bad thing in it and Alex just seems curious so I keep going.

"I met them for the first time in Barcelona and they were nice to me so I stayed with them" I shrugged.

"Well it's nice you got along with some other participants" she smiled to me to which I just nodded.

I don't want to admit that I was friends with them, it was too early. They were just being nice to me because I'm seen as the little teen left alone.

We finally arrived at the interview premises and when I entered the room, an interviewer was already there. 

It was a man, probably in his forties. He was wearing a dark green sweater and jeans. I honestly preferred to be interviewed by a woman than a man, because I'd feel more comfortable and safer.

I walk towards him and I greet him in a handshake and a shy smile.

"Hi, so my name is Mark and I'm from The Netherlands."

He invites me to sit on the couch in front of him and set up his camera to record the interview properly.

"Are you ready to begin" he asks me to which I say yes.

After all, he doesn't seem that unpleasant.

He starts to record, and turns over me.

"Hi everyone, today I'm with Emilia Duval from France. Hello Emilia"

"Hi Mark" I answer. I find it weird to greet him a second time but well it's for the video.

"So when did you arrive here in Liverpool ?"