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THE girl awkwardly sat where she was told to sit.looking around the room wich seemed like an regular office.
now she was waiting for the interviewer so she could actually get the job.being alone makes things ten times weirder and well more dramatic than what it seems.
the door of the little office wich hanami was in opened making a little swish noise,making the girl look at it anticipating.
a older man entered.he had glasses on,round black ones,and a very smug smile plastered on his face.by the looks of it he looked like he was on his thirties.
"hello,hanami right?"the man sat infront of her as the girl nodded smiling a little.well the smile was mostly just for her to not look like she was mad or well you get what i mean.
"well then lets get things started."he said organizing some files on the table,as hanami adjusted herself to be a little more comfortable."ill ask some questions first then you just have to fill this papers."he shot his eyes at her as hanami nodded understanding.
she did nod though that means she's okay right?no...not at all her heart is close to coming out of her chest,hands sweaty and her voice is starting to tremble a little.
"so miss hanami,when did you start writting lyrics or just songs in particular?"he wrote something down as hanami took her time."well i started writting right when i hit 13 years old.been writting since then."she explained throughly with a soft smile appearing time to time.
"and now you are,how old?"the man said after finishing writting her answer."24,sir."she said placing her hands on top of the table,since she seemed to have gotten her nerves shooken off.
after he heard her answer he had a smirk plastered on his face through the whole time the interview went on.
"now last question,why did you continue writing?"he slowly put his pen down and fully paid attention to her.the girl thought for a while and then nodded reassuring herself.
"writting lyrics became natural to me as time passed,even in school I would see notes and lyrics popping up everywhere."she stopped to breath for a short time,not only for that but to actuallyform her sentencesproperly before speaking up messy words out of nowhere."and after some while i found it comforting when writting?it made me feel at ease at my weakest points,I would just put all my stress,frustration in a paper and make music with it."
hanami just closed herself up after writting though,no more real life for her.only notes,poems and none other than that.
but mostly because she was hurt,and the wounds piled up together not healing right away she still has many opened wounds that haunt her deeply with great pain.
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hanami was pretty tired by the interview,so after she left the big building,you could find her sleeping in her comfy bed.
but still a bit nervous on how she did on the interview and if she got the job.who knows things happend all the time,them being good and bad at the same time.you can't predict it.
after some hours she was woken up by an alarm she had put,hanami groaned a little because it interrupted her but she still hastily got up.
rubbing her eyes with her hand she looked over her room,and thought,she never actually cleaned it.she would always just say tomorrow and then the same thing goes for other days.
it isn't like the room is messy,it looks decent just that a mop and broom have never crossed it.
wearing a more comfortable outfit for what she was doing,the tired and yet sleepy girl tied her hair and looked around trying to figure out what to do first.
after some thoughts she put her headphones in,while music was playing on them,she started vacuuming the house.
it sounded alot like she lives in some apartment and it's barely holding on,not really.actually it's the oppiset of it.
participating in so many works have lead to her having lots of money made.wich well she used pretty well,and never showed it off,since no one was ever so close to her.
being done with the vacuuming felt like a layer of the skin was shed off her house.it felt neat.
a ring from her phone disrupted her though.she made her way to where her phone was and took a look at the message popping up at her screen.
(^*^) miss.hanami we warmly introduce you to our company,since from tomorrow you can officially start working here.
she read the message twice not believing it,before squealing and jumping up and down from the joy.
maybe, finally it was time for her to get things on line?
