Martin Garrix Imagines

When I met you in Ibiza Pt.10

Luana's POV:
"Thank you for taking you time David."
"No problem, thank you for having me.", David Guetta says with a smile on his face. His french accent sounds so charming that I have to grin like a stupid fangirl all time long.
A feeling of nostalgia spreads inside of me. Sitting next to David Guetta on the couch makes me think back to this summer in Ibiza. It was definitely a special summer, one I wouldn't forget so easy. Thinking back to this summer makes a kind of home-sickness rise inside of me.
This is really not the ideal moment to think about such things now. Pull yourself together!

"Luana, hey look in the camera.", Emilia's voice makes me snap out of my thoughts.
My gaze wanders to Emilia, she is holding a camera in her hand.
Oh right, we need to take some pictures for the magazine.
"Oh, sorry.", I apologize as I realize what is going on and get a little bit closer to David.
I feel David's hand on my waist, making me smile even more like a stupid idiot.
In the corner of my eye I find Sergio staring at me with a huge grin on his face. His facial expression is so funny, that I have to hold in my laughter. With every further shoot my vision gets blinded by the light. Finally after three more shoots Emilia finishes the shooting and connects the camera to her Macbook.
"Do you like the pictures?", Emilia shows David and me the pictures. Most of them look quite good, I couldn't ask for more.
Interviewing him remembered me of performing at his shows in the Ushuaia, what was always amazing.

"David, we have to leave for the next interview.", a man dressed in a black Ralph Lauren Polo shirt says.
"Thank you for taking your time and good luck for your show.", I tell David one more time.
"Thank you. It was my pleasure.", he responds and says goodbye to the others of my team.

We watch David disappearing with his manager and two staff members. Finally my excitement starts to fade, even though David Guetta was really nice and relaxed, I couldn't really handle my nervousness.
Taking a deep breath I sit down on the couch.
"He is even more handsome in person.", Emilia comments taking a seat next to me.
"Yeah right, but I am really glad that there are only two interviews left. You can't imagine how exciting this is for me."
"I bet, but shouldn't you be more relaxed since you used to dance at their shows?"
"I don't know, this is something completely different. When you dance you don't have to look at them the whole time, but I like doing this anyway."
"The next interview is at 1PM, right?", Sergio asks and also sits down on the couch.
"Yeah, with Martin Solveig.", I tell and sip on my glass of water.
"Actually Martin Solveig doesn't perform this year. He did last year, but definitely not this one.", a staff member who heard our conversation demurs.
"Uhm, this can't be right, I have a plan here.", I reply standing up and walk over to him to show him the schedule. He reaches for the plan and looks at it.
"No no, this must be a mistake."
"Wait I will call Alexandra to ask her.", Sergio says reaching for his cell phone.

Okay, great. These are my first interviews and there are already issues. How should I do this interview now if it's not Martin Solveig?
I prepared the questions so that they would be about him. Now I have to improvise it.

"Oh hello Miss Casillas? Yes, it's me Sergio...well we have a little problem...", I listen to Sergio's conversation with my boss in anticipation.
"Yeah one of the staffs told that Martin Solveig doesn't perform this year, but his name is written on our schedule...oh...a mistake!...okay, I will wait.", he says and presses his phone on his chest.
"She said that she will look for the plans and tell me who you will interview.", he whispers. "Hmmm okay.", I answer my gaze still fixated on him.

This is interesting now.

"Yes, I am listening. Okay...oh okay so this was a typing error. No no, it's alright. We will do this. Yes sure, okay. Thank you for looking for it. No it's okay, this can happen. Okay, bye.", he says with a light smile and presses the red button.