Emotional Vacancy [featuring Harry Styles]

“But I think this is only testament to how hard you’ve been working over the last year and a half because you’re about to go on tour with one of the hottest boy bands in the world,” the interviewer exclaimed, beaming at the audience, clapping her hands excitedly before turning her attention back to me and my best friend/band mate, Sage.  “Seriously, how does it feel knowing you’re going on tour with One Direction?”

I laughed lightly, “It’s surreal.  I mean, we didn’t even think they knew who we were up until we put <i>Ascending</i> out.  I think it was Niall that tweeted about the album and then all of a sudden we were getting a phone call about touring with them for the 2014 Stadium tour.”

“It feels great though.  They look like a fun group of guys on tour,” Sage added, crossing her leather-legging clad legs.

“Now, have you met these guys yet?”

“Well, technically yes.  I mean, we saw them a month ago at an awards show.  I can’t say it was the best first meeting I’ve ever had, but it was the first and only time we’ve actually met with them.”

The interviewer’s eyes bugged a bit, “Oh?  Wasn’t the best you say?”

I immediately stepped in, “Yeah, I mean, they were on par.  Very nice, funny all that jazz it was really on our end,” Sage’s eyes cut to me, “or really more my end.”

”Girls, before you take another celebratory shot, I’ve got some people you need to meet,” our manager Kevin said, placing a hand on both of our shoulders.

I groaned, looking at my barely-touched whiskey coke and already imagining what it would taste like.  I was so close, yet so far.  Why was I so far?

“If it’s not Michael Jackson who can then give us his blessing to cover the entirety of </i> Thriller<i>, I’m not interested,” Sage commented, turning around to look at Kevin.

I, on the other hand, decided that I needed to make a vital decision: to shotgun or not to shotgun.  That was the question.

“Very funny Sage, but it’s actually the boys you’ll be practically living with next year.  They want to at least meet you two in the flesh,” Kevin said.

I was still looking at my glass of whiskey coke, wondering if it would be disrespectful to meet my new co-workers with hard liquor in my hand.  Kevin had this rule of thumb about these situations: if you wouldn’t do it in front of, around or at your old employer, don’t do it here.  Of course that was a common sense approach, but we’re at an after-party for an awards show, did common sense rules apply here?  I mean, I’m going home with a new iTouch because of the grab bags from the people throwing the party tonight.

“So you two come on, leave the drinks, and let’s go pay them a visit yeah?”

I groaned, quickly shotgunning my drink.  This was the only way I wouldn’t have to order another after we finished meeting “our new co-workers”.

Letting the whiskey smoothly run down my throat, leaving a trail of a warm buzzing feeling behind in it’s wake, I turned around, somewhat tripping over my heels.  On a side note, I’m not sure why I decided to wear them.  They were six-inch stilettos, bringing me to the staggering 5’7”, but in all honesty, who needed to be that tall?  But they sure made me legs look sexy, at least that’s what our stylist Shaun said, and besides, they were a really sexy pair of shoes.

Straightening up, I looked over at Sage who raised an eyebrow in question.

“I’m fine.  I just needed to finish that drink.  There’s no way I’m just setting that down so someone can sweep behind me and take it…or drug it.”