Emison: Change

Auditions

Emily's POV

"Did you go over your lines?" Alison asked me as we entered the building they were having auditions in.

"For the 100th time, yes!" I said, opening the door for her.

"I just want you to be prepared." She said.

I gave her a nod and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, remind me to stop by school to get an application." I said sitting down on the chair.

"You really want to be a teacher huh?" She asked.

"More than anything, but I just don't know what though. I'm stuck between English or History." I said.

"English, suits you way better than History." She said letting out a laugh.

"What's the part you're auditioning for?" She asked.

"Dance teacher in New York." I said reading some of my lines.

(If you watch Glee this is season 4, let's pretend Glee is in the present and not in the past. If that even makes sense? Lmfao)

"Em, do you even know how to dance?" she asked.

"Yes, and I can sing too"

"How come I've never heard you?!"

"Because, I sing in the shower when no one is home!" I say laughing.

"Emily Fields" a woman said.

Everyone looked at me, I made my way inside the room and stood in the middle in front of the 3 judges.

Alison's POV

I was reading a seventeen magazine when a bunch of men in black suits come in through the door surrounding someone.

The woman stepped in front of the men and I couldn't believe who it was.

Anna Wintour!

She is the editor-in-chief of Vogue. 

She toke off her glasses and said, "Hold these" she said giving the sunglasses to another girl standing next to her, which I'm guessing was her assistant.

She looked at me, she examined me up and down.

"Stand up" She ordered me, I quickly stood up and looked at her.

She walked around me, still examining me.

"Rebecca?" She said putting her index finger to her bottom lip. 

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You're fired." She said plainly, the assistant gave the stuff she was holding to one of the body guards.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

"A-Alison D-DiLaurentis" I stuttered.

"How would you like to be my assistant?" She asked.

"W-What?" I asked.

"Sweetie, you heard me." She said.

"B-But why me?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Clearly, your fashion sense is outstanding and Rebecca's wasn't. When I came in this building your face lit up. Plus, she was getting a bit annoying." She said letting out a laugh.

"Yes, I'll be your assistant" I said proudly. 

"Great, go to Vogue tomorrow morning. I'm assuming you know where my office is?" She asked.

"I know the whole building" I said letting out a chuckle.

"Bring your drawings, I want to see all of the outfits you've designed." She said. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Mason, give Ms. DiLaurentis the iPhone...This is a business phone, everything is on here, appointments, everything...now give me your phone." She said with her light British accent as Mason, one of the bodyguards, handed me the iPhone. I gave her my phone and she typed something in.

"My phone number is on there, I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8am. Now will you excuse me, I have to convince Glee to put my company on their show." She said walking towards the room Emily was in.

"Wait, Ms. Wintour" I followed, she turned around and glared at me. 

"M-My girlfriend is in there, I don't thi-" She but me off, "I'll handle this.." She said before barging in the room.

"Ms. Wintour, we're in the middle of an audition..." a lady said pointing towards Emily.

"What are you auditioning for, hun?" She said looking at Emily.

"Cassandra July, a dance teacher.." Emily said, looking at me. 

"Your name?" She asked looking at Emily.

"Emily Fields"

Anna Wintour walked towards the front desk that the judges were sitting at, "Now this is what's going to happen, you will put my company in your TV show and Emily Fields will be getting the role of Cassandra July." She said walking in front of each judge.

"You got yourself a deal, Ms. Wintour...Emily welcome to Glee!" A man said. I ran to Emily, and jumped in her arms. I kissed her passionately.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Alison." She said, putting her sunglasses back on and walking out of the room.

[...]

"What just happened?!" Emily said as we walked out of the building.

"You just got the role you wanted and I'm Anna Wintour's assistant at Vogue!!" I said intertwining our hands.

"I can't believe this is actually happening!" she exclaimed.

"Oh babe, don't forget we need to stop by school and get your application." I said.

We stopped by the school and got an application, once we got home we started filling everything out. She put it in an orange envelope, we went over to a mail drop off. Emily kissed the envelope and dropped it in the mail drop box.

"Babe, don't worry. You're going to get in." I said, she wrapped her arm around my waist. We walked to a local Starbucks.

"Grande Vanilla Latte" I said at the young guy taking my order.

"Wow, your eyes are so pretty." He said looking at me.

"Thank you!" I said.

"I'm super jealo-" He started before Emily cut him off.

"I'll appreciate it if you didn't flirt with my girlfriend, and I'll take a Grande Vanilla Frappe." Emily said through gritted teeth.

"Emily tha-" I started, but the guy interrupted me.

"Oh no, I wasn't flirting! I'm gay." He said, "Don't tell anybody but that guy over there is my boyfriend" He said coming closer to us whispering.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't kno-" Emily said.

"It's cool! You don't know how many times girls boyfriends want to beat me up because I flirt." He said letting out a laugh.

We let out a laugh also.

"That will be $6.25" He said.

I went through my purse looking for my credit card, I found it and it fell on the floor. I heard a swipe when I was reaching over to get my card, I came back up and the guy gave Emily a receipt.

I let out a chuckle, "Have I ever told you that I loved you?" I said.

"Only like a trillion times and it gets annoying!" Emily said, I playfully punched her and let out a chuckle.

"I'm kidding, babe. I love you so much more than you do." She said wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.

"I love you too" I said digging my head on the chest.