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Chapter 1

  I get dressed before my big day. Today is my job interview. I've never had a job before. Most people my age are already working and have a job in order to pay for college. Having just moved into my new place, I thought finding a job would be the only way for me to be able to stay.

   Moving to Los Angeles for school was something I never thought I would do. I came from a small town north of LA and didn't think I would ever get out of there. But I knew that if I wanted to be a stylist I would have to move to a big city. Los Angeles happened to be that city. I moved here a couple weeks ago thinking that everything would be sunshine and rainbows. I was wrong.

  My first day in the city I got lost. I went out to look for a grocery store and got stuck in freeway traffic. I was there for hours and decided to get out at the nearest exit. From there I didn't know where to go and had to stop in a parking lot and search for directions. I haven't really gone out much after that.

  My parents helped me move down here and helped get me settled in. They didn't ever think that being a stylist was what I wanted. I'm just glad they supported me in my move here. We decided that I was going to be paying for half of my tuition at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, and they would pay for the other half. In order for me to pay my half, I would have to find a job.

  Now that I found an opening, I hope I get it and that all goes well. I know I should be feeling nervous to go in for my interview but for some reason I'm not. I'm extremely calm. I look in the mirror one last time before leaving. I think I look presentable and sophisticated. It's usually not my look. I like to dress in simple jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. I find comfort to be my number one priority.

  I make my way to the door to leave and almost look down to say goodbye. I forgot how much I miss my pets back home. They were always so loving and gentle. I have been thinking of adopting my own pet since I'm all alone most of the time. I make a mental note reminding myself to look for some adoption centers after my interview.

  As I finally make my way out of my apartment, I see my neighbor carrying grocery bags into her apartment. I wave hello to her and ask if she needs help. Once she says no I dismiss myself and make my way to the stairs. I would normally take the elevator since I'm extremely lazy, but today I decide on taking the stairs.

  Since I have half an hour left until my interview I decide to drive to a café and buy myself a coffee. I choose a café near my job interview in case it's busy. When I get there I try to find a parking space but I can't seem to find one. I'm not sure if it's because everybody is rushing to work and are also looking for coffee or something. I hadn't realized that the job interview was right in the middle of downtown LA. I guess that's what happens when you look for a job as a stylist assistant.

  I decide to skip the coffee since I wasted time trying to find a parking spot and wait in my car until my interview. Now I'm starting to get nervous. What if they don't like me? What if my lack of experience prevents me from getting the job?

  I look at the time and decide I should go in.

  As I walk into the studio I immediately fall in love with it. It's very rustic and antique looking. The old wooden floors make it look simple. There are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which add a touch of sophistication and glamour. There are more people than I expected in here. People getting their hair done and people being measured for their customized clothing. It feels like the "behind the scenes" on how a celebrity gets ready for an event.

  After a few seconds of gazing at the place in awe I find the nearest person to ask about my interview.

"Excuse me?" I say as I tap her on the shoulder.