Where We Land

The Change

I woke up to the surroundings that were unfamiliar, it didn't look like Cali anymore that's for sure, confused I slowly lifted myself from the bed , looking at the clock.

5:48

Then it dawned on me... I was in London for a job to follow my dream, an apprentice for a lyric writer...and hopefully & possibly a singer. Glancing back at the clock I remembered that my interview was at 6:30, oh no. I jumped out of my bed rushing to the shower not bothering taking my clothes in there with me. In a flat 15 minutes I was already in black pumps, my hair in a side ponytail but curled a white blouse, a black blazer and pencil skirt. Professional but decent, applying a light coat of natural looking make-up, I grabbed my portfolio - songs that I have written were in there - my purse, and phone. Closing the door behind me, I made my way downstairs quickly. Rushing to the side of the road I stuck my hand out waiting for a taxi to pull to the side, finally one did. I jumped in the back, making sure I had everything, never too bad to double check!

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"Hi, I'm here to have an interview with Nathaniel May?" I asked the secretary behind the desk, unfortunately she was too engrossed with her conversation probably on some eHarmony sight. Finally she glanced up at me, doubled looked and scoffed.

"Is there a problem," I said getting quite irritated with her judgmental face she was making,

"no not at all, I'll make the call to see if your requested one moment please," with a roll of an eye she picked up the phone. Leaning against the desk I waited till someone on the other line answered.

"Oh, hello Sir I'm here with a lady saying she has an interview with you?" she said eyeing me as she spoke.

"Mhmm will do sir, good day sir." Hanging up she pointed her firmly manicured hand towards the elevator.

"Fourth floor, fifth door to the left."

"Thank you," I nodded quickly making my way towards the elevator.

As the door closed I leaned my weight back on the rails, my heart pumping fast realizing I might be closer to my dreams then I expected. With a little 'ding' the doors opened, following the lady's instruction I came upon the door with a huge plate in front of it labeled:

Nathaniel May

Asylum Records Director

Taking in a deep breath I knocked the door, one heartbeat, two, then three passed I was about to knock again when I slight "Enter" was heard. Fixing my outfit once more I opened the door , the first thing I noticed as I looked around that it was huge just like I imagined, and there in the middle with a chair facing the window just like in the movies though this time facing me was Nathaniel May, the holder of my fate. Slowly closing the door behind me, I made my way to the chairs in front of his desk.

"Sit." He told me, and so I did already freaking out of my mind. His chair finally turned around with a man in a suit, gray whiskers already forming his face and sleek black & silver hair gelled back. He looked well for a 50 year-old-something man.

"Julietta Flores I presume?" He said stacking his papers in neat order.

"Yes, sir that's me," I answered standing up offering my hand for a hand shake; he gradually took it with a warm smile.

"So what do you have to show me that makes the decision if you want this job?" he said

"Well, Mr. May I brought my portfolio of songs that I've written myself and its ideas," I replied , shakily I handed him my folder. Taking it he skimmed through the songs that I've written, one by one his expression never changed not even a raise of an eyebrow. When he was done, he handed me back the folder, got up and walked towards the huge windows.