journalist|m.c

1- prologue

8:50 a.m

"fuck." I muttered as I stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara brush. I was already late for my interview, and my shaking hands were no help in my rush. I finished my makeup, and nearly sprinted out of the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom, where my Sperries waited next to my bed with a handbag. usually I was on time and ready for the daily events, but no thanks to my phone for its silence, I woke up an hour late. 

"okay. phone, bag, résumé..." I made a list of everything I needed, and checked to see if I had the items. after seeing that I had everything, I smoothed my short, blonde hair out of my face and exited my apartment. rush hour was just beginning, and in order to make it to my interview I would need some kind of miracle. unluckily for me, miracles were not in the making that morning.

9:23 a.m

"Ms. Sloane, you've finally arrived. any explanation for your delay?" the woman I had hoped to be my boss stood in front of me with a frown on her face. I gulped.

"I-I'm so sorry. traffic was terrible and I had trouble this morning." I explained. " it won't happen again."

"I sure hope not." she sighed, examining my résumé. Sia Michel was not a woman to be crossed, I could tell, but upon our very first meeting, before my interview, I saw she was also a very happy woman. she loved her job, and the life it had given her. I hoped one day I could live the same way. Sia was the chief editor of the Arts and Leisure section, the section about books, movies... music. I didn't know what I would do if I didn't get the job. this job would lead to something bigger, more important: The Upshot. writing for this section would include the troubles with the government; social and racism issues that are all too prominent in today's culture. I only had to work for Sia under one assignment, that's all. if she even accepted me, that is. 

she sighed and closed my portfolio, removing her glasses from her face and placing them on the table. "Ms. Sloane, you achieved many things in high school and college. you obviously want this job." she concluded. for a twenty-year-old who graduated from high school at the age of seventeen, I guess you could say I've always been an overachiever- no shame at all. 

my hands shook under the table. "yes ma'am."

"I need more people like you. people who don't just do, but rather, achieve. now, let's say I had a project waiting. would you like to write for my section?" her hazel eyes glimmered at me from across the desk.

"that would be amazing!" I said, but quickly hushed my excitement and corrected myself with, "it would be an honor."

"brilliant. walk with me." Sia instructed, collecting my portfolio and walking out of her office. she led me to a large room filled with writers, editors, and photographers collecting or submitting assignments. I was handed a thick Manila folder full of papers. all that was written on the front of the folder was, "5 Seconds of Summer."

11:30 a.m

5 Seconds of Summer, a rock band from Australia that I would be following around for four months as they toured North America. I would drive to Connecticut for the first show, and then tag along for the rest of the show. at the end of the tour, in Mexico, I would get a flight back home, no money out of my pocket. it should've sounded nice, but I had an uneasy feeling from that day until the day I met the band. all I knew was that if the assignment was completed, that was all that mattered, because I needed my job.

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okay, so in case you didn't read the description, the girl's name is Rosalie, or Rosie, and she is trying to get a permanent job for the New York Times. her assignment as an intern is to tag along on 5sos's tour, interview the boys, and document the tour. have fun reading:)

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