The day of my interview soon arrived.
I had just woken up. My stomache felt a little queezy; the chance of not getting the job worried me. I had began to notice that I really wanted this badly, it was all I could focus on this past week.
Before getting breakfast I decided to get in the shower and get ready. The hot steamy shower calmed me slightly, untensing my muscles into a more relaxed state.
I got dressed and put my usual everyday make-up on; foundation, a little consealer under my eyes, light eyeshadow, mascara and some lip balm to top it all off.
I took one last look into the mirror. My black skinny jeans really complimented my figure. I didn't have skinny legs, but they were quite thin. I had my black Docs on with a thick, cosy jumper.
I didn't want to dress formal, this wasn't a job in an office. I decided it was best to dress smart but also casual.
Not much of my breakfast was eaten, my appetite not fully there. Instead of forcing myself to eat I just grabbed a cereal bar out of the cupboard and slipped it into my bag. I just had to brush my teeth then off I go.
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The train was quiet; just how I liked it. I was very claustrophobic and packed trains would be hell for me. The journey went quick; my music playing through my earphones occupied me throughout the ride.
A taxi then took me to the building, the building where my interview would be held. I walked into reception, noticing my hands being slightly sweaty. The place was posh, marble flooring shining from under my Docs. My eyes then trailed off the floor up to the reception desk. A lady with shoulder lengh blonde hair greeted me and escorted me to the interview room.
We took the lift; luckily it was a big lift (small lifts being a fear of mine). Another boy joined us on the way up.
He was tall, blonde hair, broad shoulders. I knew him.
It was Luke Hemmings. One of the singers from one of my favourite bands. I tried to keep my fangirl side under control, but I couldn't stop starring. He looked beautiful.
He hadn't noticed me yet; his head was in his phone. I desperatly wanted him to see me, to smile at me, say hi, or something.
The lift numbers increased and I knew we'd have to get out soon. My desperation was growing. I had to get him to notice me
'Luke?'
It fell from my mouth. I didn't mean for it to but it was too late.
His head rose from his iphone, his eyes landing on me.
'Oh hi, do I know you?'
'N-no I'm here for an interview for a job, I just wanted to say hi, I'm a big fan of 5sos'
'Cool, what job you after?' His australian accent caught me off guard.
'An interviewer, f-for celebrities' I had no clue why I was stuttering, I never stutter.
'Awesome, -' the lift bell sounded as the doors opened only for Luke to stride out.
'See you around?' Luke turned and said whilst winking. The doors then closed as I was left alone with the blonde haired woman.
What? I just had a conversation with Luke Hemmings in a lift andhewinkedatme?!
I really hoped that my encounter with Luke wouldn't mess up my interview. I felt as if I wasn't focused anymore. His stunning features the only visible image in my head.
The door we stopped at was intimidating. It was black, stone-like, and so tall. The blonde woman knocked on, later to recieve an 'enter' from the man inside.
The heavy looking door was forcefully pushed open, a room with pictures on the walls of all sorts of celebrities with what looked like an old interviewer. I guess they always get a picture when they have been interviewed. In the center of the room, a desk, with a man sat casually behind it.
He immediately rose to greet me as the blonde woman gestured me to enter, she then left.
A firm handshake was shared and a big comfy chair facing his was pulled out for me to sit on.
'Nice to meet you Miss Alpen, im Paul Nevison, you can just call me Paul' He gave me a friendly smile.
'Nice to meet you too, Paul' I returned a smile.
'So, I recieved your application, you work in a beauty store is that right'
'Yes, I do, but if I am lucky enough to get this job, my hours will be altered to suit this job'
His head noded slightly whilst still looking through my application.
'So, Miss Alpen, is Miss Alpen okay or do you prefere Kelsey?'
'Call me Kelsey' I shyly smiled
'Ok, Kelsey, tell me about yourself and why you would want this job'
