What happens behind the scenes

1. The Interview

I stand nervously at the front of H.E.S Salon, waiting for my legs to move through the door. But not just any door, it's the door that leads to one of the biggest interviews that is going to determine my life. As I build up the courage, I walk through the door, and as soon as I stepped in, I was greeted by a tall skinny blond at the front desk of the Salon. She was gorgeous, with her natural patched makeup with bright red lipstick on, so that her lips and smile could stand out amongst her plain tight black dress.

"Hi! My name is Natalie, and welcome to H.E.S Salon. What can help you with today?" She said with a great big welcoming smile on her face. I swallowed hard and smiled back at her, walking slowly towards the front desk.

"Hi, my name is Johnephine Davis. I'm here for a interview at 10:30am, with Mr. Styles" I respond nervously. I try to focus, and get myself back into line before Mr. Styles would see me.

"Ah, yes! Johnephine. So glad to meet you! I've heard so much about you and your father, and I couldn't believe that for all the people that would want to come and work for our Salon, would be Richard Davis' daughter! How is your father, busy doing ambassador things?" Natalie ask with great excitement. I didn't imagine that her smile could get any bigger than it already was. I smiled back nervously at her before she escorted me to the waiting area.

"He's going good thank you. Dad's a really busy man" I reply, not really wanting to speak about my father's position as the Australian Ambassador.

"I'm sure he is!" Natalie says with great understanding "Just have a seat Johnephine, and Mr. Styles won't be too long for you". I smiled and thanked her before she went back to her original position at the front desk.

I thought about what she said, 'Richard Davis' daughter'. Honestly I didn't want to be seen or known as 'The Australian Ambassador's daughter'. I was here to make a name for myself and work as hard as I can. Being in a different environment yet alone another country was the most scariest thing I could imagine. But coming to one of Britain's Best Hairdressering Salons, for a job interview was even more terrifying! H.E.S aka Harry Edward Styles, was one of the best hairdressers in the UK. I didn't know much about he's history or how old he is, but I do know that he has over twenty three other Salons across the UK. Eight being in London itself. But right here were I sit today is were it all started, the very first salon to open, and I was every proud to just being able to walk through the front door.

I've been sitting in the waiting area for about 10 minutes now, going over my resume for about 5 times, and counting, and making sure that my dark tone hair was neat, with no short bits sticking out. I had short black hair, that was no longer than my ears. The only thing about it that would annoy me is that sometimes it would stick up at the back. Other than that, it was simpel and easy to manage,which I loved. I check over my clothes, making sure my black dress and brown ankle boots where clean, straightened and perfect before he came through to the front desk.

I was about to wonder were this famous Mr. Styles would be, until I saw a tall, gorgeous, and I guess about in he's 20's, guy escort a young girl, who was obviously trying to flirt with him, out the front door. Well....at least she was trying to.

"Thankyou so much again Harry! My hair looks perfectly done as always!" said the girl with a high pitched voice. She was the most scariest girl I have every seen. With a face full of packed on pancake mackup, which made her look like she just came out of a horror film. I'm sure as hell that she would leave, even the toughest blokes I know, with nightmares for weeks.

Harry, the man that obviously wanting to get away from her, scratched the back of he's head, smiling at her, trying to make her leave as quick as possible. "That's ok Cassy. You always look lovely when you come in" Harry obviously lies, quickly looking at he's watch "Oh look, it's 10:45. I'm sorry Cassy but I'm already running late for my next appointment. I guess we have to catch up next time!" Before she could say anything back, Harry turned around and went back into the room he came from, leaving a comfused Cassy behind to pay and leave. As soon as she left Harry ducked he's head around the corner slowly.