Knee deep in my heart

Job interview II

I sat on the sofa and cried when my brother came home. "Sophia?" "Oh Steven." "Didn't you get the tickets?" I shoked my head. "Sold out in five minutes." "Both shows?" "Yes." "But I thought you'll logg in at 10am?" "I was and I had the tickets, but then my phone rung." "Didn't you put enter before?" "I did, but there was a time limit. I'm so sorry." "Come here, don't cry. Who called you?" "A Mr Cooper. I have a job interview on Monday in Sligo." "But that's great. You should be happy." "One step closer and I don't know for whom?" "Didn't you ask?" "I did, but it's a secret till Monday." "I bet it's Westlife. Why should it be so secret?" "I don't know." "Sophia, if they tell you for whom they risc it that you tell it all your physiotherapist friends." "I have no physiotherapist friends." "Yes, but they don't know it. They would really get a few hundred applcations. If they call you only a few days after they got yours, you're one of maybe five or ten." I smiled. "I will ask them for six tickets. I missed it to order because of the call." "That's my sister. Smile Sophia and pack your case. Sligo is waiting." "But what will I wear? I have to look good for Shane." "Miniskirt and a deep look at your decoltèe." "Steven!" "You asked me." "I cannot wear a mini skirt?" "Why?" I laughed. "Oh men!" "I would give you the job immediately." "Sure." "Did you tell it Brenda that you're in Sligo next week?" "Oh no, I forgot it. I'll call her now." Brenda was not only my ex-boyfriends new love and collegue. She was my boss. We were best friends before she slept with Jim.
Hi Sophia, what's going on?
I need the next week off. I'll be in Sligo.
What are you doing there?
There's nothing you could be interested in. Will you give me the week off?
Yes.
Ok. Thanks.

"So now I need a hotel. I think I'll drive tomorrow or on Sunday." "Where is the street you have to go to?" "In Strandhill." "Give me your laptop. We'll have a look for a hotel in Strandhill. The beach there is beautiful."
"I'll pack some clothes while you're serching Steven." I stood in front of my closet. I decided me for my faveourite jeans in black and my white fitted blouse with a red blazer. "Sophia look. I've found a hotel close to the street where you have to go. And it's not to expansive. 65 € each day, breakfast included." "Book from Sunday till Friday please." "Done." "That's my outfit for the job interview. What do you think?" "Too good. Open a few buttons." "Better?" "Much better."

On Sunday morning my brother took my case to put it in my car. "Good luck sisterheart. And greet the guys from me. We need tickets.", he smiled. "I'll ask.", I grinned. "Goodbye." A last hug and I started my car.
Three and a half hour later full of traffic I arrived my hotel in the Parkstreet. It was next to the O'Connor Street whereI had to be on the next day. I spend the day at the beach. It was  a wonderful sunny day.

At the next morning I woke up sweating. I took a shower and put on my outfit which I had choosen. Then I went to the breakfast room. I was so nervous and my stomatch flattered. I couldn't eat much. I went back upstairs in the bath room again. A last check and I was ready for the job interview. "So here it is, O'Connor Street 55.", I thought. I rung the doorbell. A middle aged man opened the door. "Ms Summer?" "Yes." "You're very welcome. Take a seat here in my room. The guys will be there in five minutes. We just had the interview with the other applicant. Do you want a tea or water?" "No, thank you." I stroked my hand down my jeans. I was sweating. Did he say the guys? "Ms Summer is here.", I heard him saying. Then he came back. "Ms Summer here is the band with which you would travel if they choose you." Was I dreaming? The Westlife lads came in. I got up to shake the hands. "Hello Ms Summer.", Shane said first and took my hand. Our eyes meet each others and a hot shiver run throuhg my body from head till feet. "Hello." The others shoke my hand too. "I think you know us or do we have to introduce us?", Shane asked. I smiled. "You don't have to. Who don't know you?" "Ms Summer, you can call us by our first names. That let us feel better.", Nicky said. "Would you like to tell us something about you? Why did you write this application?", Kian asked. "I'm working in Dublin as physiotherapist since years. My brother showed me the newspaper last week Saturday and I took this chance to write an application." "Aren't you satisfied in your job in Dublin?", Mark asked. "I'm not happy the last time." "Why?", Shane asked. "Because of Ms Huck. She's my boss and colleague." "You can tell us all Ms Summer. Don't be shy.", Kian said. "Brenda, Ms Huck, is the new love of my ex-boyfriend. He left me for her." "I'm sorry to hear that. I would change the working place to if that would happen to me.", Nicky said. "Your qualifications are very good. Could you imagine to travel with us through Europe and Asia next year?", Shane asked. "Yes, I think it's a new experieance and it's gonna be exciting." "One last question. Did you expect us as the band?", Mark asked. "Honestly no. But my brother said that it could only be you. We're both fans since 1998. He's crazier than me." "Did you get the tickets on Friday?", Shane asked. "No I didn't. I was on my laptop and had the six tickets, three for each show, I wanted when my phone rung. It was Mr Cooper. Then it was too late and both shows sold out." "Sorry to hear that. You'll get three for each from us later. Now we will decide us between you and the other applicant. One of you will start with the trial work immediately. Give us 10 minutes. Or is there another question from your side?", Nicky asked. "No". "Guys from you?" "No Nico.", Kian said. "Ive heard all.", Mark said. "Shane?" He only looked at me. "Shane? !" "Oh eehm, no question from me. Let's go to the other room." They got up and Shane twinkled at me. "Oh my god.", I thought. "Did I really tell them my private love life?" The 10 minutes were too long. I went up and down the whole time.