Rhythm of Love

Part 1

Priscilla POV

One frosty October morning, I was curled up in bed in my two bedroom apartment when I heard the landline ringing in the kitchen. I opened my eyes slightly, debating on whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed and answer it. Right as I was about to pull myself out of the warmth of the bed, it stopped ringing. I decided that if it was really that important they would call again, and I drifted back to sleep.

"Wake up, bitch!" Astrid said, throwing a pillow at my head.

I groaned quietly, "What is wrong with you, it's like six in the morning." 

Astrid threw herself into the bed next to me, "Nine actually," she said matter of factly, "Brian wants us in at ten thirty instead of noon, so get your ass out of bed."

"What about coffee?"

"Went out to Joes this morning," Astrid said, pulling me out of bed, "Coffee and bagels on the counter."

I took a deep breath in, trying to find the scent of coffee, "What would I do without you?"

"Miss work and starve to death." She responded as I hit the floor.

"Alright, alright, I'll be out in a minute." I said, rubbing my back where I hit the floor.

When Astrid left, I pulled myself off the floor and slugged to the jack and jill bathroom joining our rooms. I stripped off my sweater and shorts then hopped into the shower. For a few minutes, I let the hot water bounce off of my curls while the steam in the air enveloped me in warmth. After conditioning my hair and scrubbing myself from head to toe, I turned off the water, immediately shocked by the contrast of the air to the water. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in the soft cotton before returning to my closet, where I pulled out a forrest green sweater with little brown detailing on the cuffs, and a pair of bootcut jeans. 

"Why does he need us now, I could be curled up in bed reading a book, but instead I'm going to work early." I yelled to my roommate as I pulled on my clothes.

"Priscilla Whitman, ten thirty is not early," Astrid responded from the kitchen, "Now hurry up, we've got places to be and people to see!" 

"I'm convinced morning people have a genetic mutation," I said as I picked up the cup of coffee.

"I'm going to ignore that rude comment because it's time for us to go, put on your shoes." 

I grabbed her bagel and set it down on the table next to the shoe rack while I pulled on my favorite cow girl boots with sunflowers embroidered on them. "I'm ready!" I shouted at my roommate who was already out the door. 

We raced down the stairs of our complex until we reached the basement level, where we exited onto a metro platform. While waiting for our train to arrive, we discussed why our boss needed us in early. Perhaps we were getting promotions, or maybe we were getting our own office! Of all the speculations we made, we concluded that Brian probably needed errands to run, who were we kidding, we're only interns. Once the train car pulled up, we hopped on and made ourselves comfortable. While Astrid sat on her laptop editing some of her photos from their previous booking, I put in my earbuds and started playing Fleet Foxes on shuffle. While I sat and waited for the train to arrive, I pulled my tick hair into a messy braid, to much to deal with that morning.

When we reached our office, Brian was sitting in the lobby tapping his foot. 

"You're late," he said, looking at us, "If you're not serious about the job then I can give this article to someone else.

"I'm so sorry, it's my fault, don't blame Astri-" I caught myself, "Article? What article?" 

"Well, there's band that we're doing a piece with and all of our writers are busy," Brian said "Thought you young ladies may want a chance to prove yourselves."

I stared at my best friend in disbelief, "You mean, WE get to write our own article, and not just run errands for your other writers?"

"If you start showing up on time, maybe you'd have more opportunities like this."

"Oh my God!" Astrid said, jaw dropped. "Thank you so much Brian, we won't let you down!"

"I'll believe it when I see it." He seemed annoyed.

I wrapped Astrid in a tight hug, "I can't believe it, we're actually doing it!"

"Wouldn't you like to know WHO the article is on?" Brian asked

"Oh, yes, sorry." Astrid said, letting go me.

"You're going to be following a band called Greta Van Fleet for about a week while they're in New York." he said "You guys are going to meet them at 12 at Di Fara, and I'm giving you the company card for lunch, so no fuck ups, got it?"

"Yes, we will be very responsible, I swear!" I said, reaching for the card, but he pulled it away last minute.

"I'd like miss Lange to hold onto it if that's alright with you, miss Whitman." Brian said

"Thank you so much Mr Woodward." Astrid said, placing the card in her wallet, "We'll take good care of it."

"You have about an hour until you have to meet them, if I were you I'd go up to the office and do a bit of studying up on the band." Brian suggested