Batman [A/I]

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I finally had an interview for a job i had signed up for. This was rare for me, well it had been for the past few months. So when I got the phone call, I literally ran around my flat, causing the phone to rip off the wall. That's the first thing to come out of my pay cheque if i get the job. The industry I want to work in is incredibly tough, as it's the modelling industry. I had been spotted before by agencies, but I never had the confidence. I have a few friends who are photographers so they helped me build up a portfolio, and I finally got a call back. I arrived at the extremely tall, flashy building and the door was one of those revolving doors. I stepped into the small section and started pushing when I heard a cry for pain right in my ear. I stopped to turn around, and saw a young man wedged between the door. "Oh my goodness, I am so so sorry!" I said as I tried to make the door come backwards so that he could get out. He sighed at the release. "It's ok, thanks for saving me!" He said as he joined me in the little section. "You're the one in the batman top, you should be saving yourself!" I said, he just laughed. We went our separate ways as soon as we got out of the door. I headed for the front desk and gave them my name. They told me to take a seat. I looked around at all the portfolio photos of models I had seen before in magazines, there was a huge amount of pressure to do well and succeed. "Imogen" A man in his mid-forties called. I stood up and followed him to his office. He said nothing, and took my portfolio out of my hands. I sat on the edge of my seat as he scanned the photos of me, only looking at them for a second. "Imogen…"

He muttered. I sighed, standing up and tucking my chair behind me. I walked out of the building, feeling disappointed with myself. I didn't want to be stuck as a waitress at the local restaurant my whole life. I got home, chucked my portfolio on the floor and crashed down on my bed. The next night I had to do the late shift at work. My back was facing the door when Lauren muttered at me. "Oh yay, a big huge group of immature teens. Great." I laughed at her. She was a teen herself, just matured too quickly. "I've got it!" I said, as I walked over to the group. "Evening all, how can I help?" I asked. The guy in front turned round and stared at me. "Hey… I recognise you!" He said. "I recognise you too!" "I'm trying to figure out how, but I don't know…" He said as I lead the group to their table. "Well get back to me when you do!" I smiled before going over to Lauren to get back to our chitter chatter. Lauren came back from ordering their drinks, literally shaking. "What is wrong with you?" I laughed. "Imogen…It's.. It's my favourite band… 5 Seconds of Summer!" "Where?" I asked. 

"Over there, that group of teens!" She shifted her head in their direction. "No way!" She nodded quickly, with a huge smile on her face. "Well, I'll let you look after that table then!" I winked. She slapped me on the side of the arm before wandering off. I glanced back at the table, and the guy I recognised was kind of daydreaming at me. I felt slightly uncomfortable, my cheeks blushing. Lauren was too scared to go and take the drinks over, so I took the tray off her when a tap on the shoulder caused me to turn round quickly in fright. The sound of glasses smacking to the ground and water dripping everywhere made me shut my eyes. When I opened them I saw one of the guys from Lauren's favourite band stood in a dripping wet shirt. "I am so sorry!" I squealed quickly, kneeling down to pick up the glass. "It's ok, let me help!" He said as he knelt down in front of me. "I wanted to tell you that I finally figured out why I recognise you." He said as we stood up again. "Oh yeah…" "From the modelling agency! You almost killed me in the revolving door!" My cheeks went red once again. "Oh god, yes! Sorry, I keep almost killing you!" He looked down and laughed. "You're shirt!" I said. He suddenly started stripping right in front of me, I really wanted to look at his body but I looked at the ceiling. "Do you have a dryer, I could stick it in there and get it when I leave?" He suggested, passing me his drenched shirt. "Sure! But what are you gonna wear?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll just stay like this, it's not illegal is it?" For someone with ovaries yes. "No, it's fine!" He went back to his table as I went back to the kitchen. As I was shoving his shirt in the dryer Lauren came running in. "Imogen. Ashton Irwin, is topless. Ashton Irwin, is frickin topless in this restaurant. Right in front of me." She was starting to panic. "Breathe Lauren, breathe!" "I don't know what to do…" I stood up, placing my hands on her shoulders. "Go out there, stand at the stall thing, and just stare at him, there's no harm in looking" She smiled before rushing back out there. It had been about half an hour, and Lauren had been at the stall the whole time. I looked down at the desk, the notepad was covered in drawings of his chest. I rolled my eyes. "Oh my god Lauren, come on!" I grabbed her hands and lead her back to the dryer. I took out his shirt and gave it to her. "You go and give this to Ashton. Go on!" She shoved it to her face, taking a strong whiff. I laughed as I left her there. A couple of minutes later she walked past and over to Ashton, who hugged her straight away. Still topless. How she lived I will never know.