Press Play: A Connor Franta Story

Chapter Twelve

"Melanie will see you now!" the secretary yelled over at me without even looking up from her computer. I rose from couch and took a deep breath. This was the most important day of the rest of my life, and the talk I had with Jc really had my mind racing. I headed in through the office door to see Melanie standing at her desk organizing papers into folders.

"Hi Zoey!" only glancing up for a second. "Take a seat." she pointed to the two big leather chairs in front of her desk.

"Thank you," I sat down, my heart beating a mile a minute.

"No thank you for your sample piece, I found it very enticing!" She smiled up at me, taking a seat behind her desk. "You're very talented!"

"Thank you! That means a great deal coming from you!"

"However Zoey, you know that the competition for this position was very competitive. There really is only one opening." she looked down flipping her pen between her fingers. "I hate to say but unfortunately we can't offer you the position at this time."

With those words my heart sank, "Wait what?"

"Honey, you really remind me a lot of myself at your age, but based on the competition for this job I can't offer it to you with your lack of professional experience."

"Ok, well how am I supposed to get experience if no one will hire me without experience!"

"That's something you will have to search for," she stood grabbing the stack of folders from her desk. "If you're the type of girl I think you are, you'll find a way. Now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting to get to."

And with that she walked out of the office leaving me there speechless, Melanie had made me feel so comfortable and like getting this job was a definite. Just like that she shot my dream down and turned it into dust. I ran out of the office and didn't stop running until I was home. I could feel my eye make up running down my face with the tears, and my dress wrinkling with every step. All I ever wanted was to write, help another little girl like me escape into the fictional world of a story for a moment. I felt like my entire new world was crashing into destruction. Walking in the door and throwing my blazer and purse to the floor before running to my bed. I yanked the covers over my head and once again cried myself into a deep sleep, thinking about the possibility of running away to a new world.