You're My Favorite Story

Part 1

Whoever invented traffic should burn in hell because they clearly had never felt the stress of being a journalist who was running late for an assignment, blocked in by cars from all sides.

"Man, it's really backed up today." my uber driver, a middle aged man, remarked from the front seat.

 "Yeah no kidding. Do you know if there's an accident or something?" I queried back, hoping for some sort of indication that traffic would start moving again relatively soon.

"Sorry, no idea. It wouldn't surprise me with how bad it is right now though. You really got somewhere you need to be huh?"

"Ugh. Just some stupid concert that I have to cover for a story. The doors don't even open for a few more hours though so at least I left early." I replied as I attempted to calm myself down.

"Oh, well that's good then. I'm sure traffic will have cleared up by then. We're only a few blocks away too so don't worry, I'll get you there in plenty of time." he assured me.

I expressed my thanks just as my phone started ringing. Panic overtook me when I recognized my editor's number. My hands were shaky as I answered the call and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Autumn, hey! Are you at the venue yet?" Lynn asked.

Was afraid she was going to ask that.

"Not just yet, but I'm on my way. I figured I didn't need to rush since the doors don't even open for another two hours." I pointed out.

"Wellllll, you might need to rush a little." she said back, and I could practically see the sheepish grin that must have been on her face.

"Why's that, what's going on?" I inquired, not even bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Sorry Autumn I know it's kinda last minute, but I just called over and got you an interview with the lead singer of the band. You're meeting with him in half an hour." Lynn informed me.

"I'm what?! In half an hour?!!" I exclaimed before quickly mouthing an apology to my driver.

"Look, I do feel bad about just throwing this at you. But you know as well as I do how much having an actual interview strengthens your article. This Dan Smith guy had some extra time and he was nice enough to put some of that time aside to talk to one of our best writers."

"Just because you compliment me doesn't mean I'm not still pissed at you."

"Yeah I know, but just suck it up and get the interview okay? And have fun tonight! The band's actually supposed to be pretty good!" Lynn voiced excitedly.

I opened my mouth to respond, but she had already hung up. Ugh frickin' Lynn. I was going to kill her.

"Hate to break it to you, but you may have to get out and walk if you want to make it there in half an hour." my driver suggested.

I glanced out the window. We hadn't even moved an inch. I quickly collected my belongings and pushed open the door. I already hated this band and I hadn't even met them yet. Thank God it wasn't the kind of assignment where I needed to be wearing heels. The walk/run I was about to make would be way more bearable in my flats. I said one last thank you to my driver before ducking out of the car and making a break for the sidewalk.

     I was already starting to sweat as I rapidly dialed my roommate's number. Oddly enough she would be at the concert tonight with her boyfriend. Perks of having to write an article about your best friend's favorite band I guess. Arabella picked up after a few rings, "Hey girl! You on your way to the venue? I hope so cause there is a toooooon of people here."