Assistant manager- [M.S]

18

June 10.

I woke up early today, not intentionally, but rather because I was antsy, worrying about the day to come.

I didn't have any plans today. We arrived to a hotel in Cincinnati in the middle of the night, where we planned to be for today and tomorrow. All I wanted today was to lay in bed and hide from everyone.

My agenda for today was scrapped when my mother came to my room just after I had woken up. She texted asking if I was up, and when I replied 'yes' and she said she was stopping by my room, I was hoping it was because she had gotten breakfast for me again. However, I was strongly disappointed when she told me the real reason.
"You're kidding," I choke out, gasping behind the pillow I had buried my face in.

She arrived to my room wearing sweats, contrasting from her usual attire. I was initially confused, but assumed it was because she also didn't have plans today with the band. I was wrong. Way wrong. Like the most wrong you could ever be.

"They have another interview today," she says as she pulls the pillow off my face. "I can't go though," she continues, which would explain why he's dressed this way.

"But someone needs to go."

I shake my head, refusing to accept the question she is planning to ask.

"Please, Alyssa. I need you to take them," she pleads, knowing I'll put up a fight. I shake my head again before taking the other pillow on my bed and shoving it against my face, suffocating myself. "Would you stop!" She shouts, ripping the pillow from my grip to reveal my face, growing blue from the lack of air.

I've lost all my weapons. If you count pillows as weapons. I grab the bedsheets and throw them over my head, hiding under the covers like a child hiding from a monster under the bed. "I don't wanna!"

She searches for an opening in the sheets to pull them away from me, and it doesn't take him very long. "Please. I have a virtual meeting I have to be in for a new artist signing with us. You don't even have to do anything. Just take them to the station and bring them back. The car is already coming at a certain time, and they'll bring you back after. That's it. This is your job remember?" She persuades me with the last sentence, but I also felt bad and didn't want her to keep fighting me about it. If she needed help, then fine, I'll help.

"What time is the car coming?" I mutter against my hands that I had pressed against my face.

"Nine-thirty."

"What time is it now?"

"Eight-thirty."

I groan into my hands at her response.

"There's something else," she mumbles under her breath. I remove my hands from my face, giving her an expression that reads 'Seriously?'

"You can't wear what you've been wearing," she tells me, and I drop my jaw in offense.

"I have cute outfits that Eve bought me that are perfectly fine for work," I argue.

She nods, understanding my options, but she continues, "I just need you to wear something else. Just for today. It's a bigger interview so I need you to dress professionally.

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't have anything
'professional'," I tell her, making air quotes.

"I have something for you," she says as she steps towards the door, hidden from my bed.

"Oh god, please tell me you didn't buy me a suit," I raise my voice so she can hear me.

"Not quite," she replies, and when she returns, she does in fact have a suit in her hand. "I'm letting you wear one of mine."