Winter's Love

1

As I got off the plane, people from the company were waiting for me. I felt tired after so much time sitting, unable to catch an eye in four days thanks to the anxiety I felt. It was unreal to be in this place, and even though the fear was oppressing my stomach, I could not be happier.

-I'm sorry it has to be that way, but the boss wants me to go to the company before you set up.

-No worries. Anyway I'm not tired. - That's how with everything and luggage, possibly seeing me as the worst version of myself, I ended up in my boss's office. We agreed the hour that I had to go to work the next day, in the morning I would sign my contract.

-I'll go and present you now, follow me.

I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life, well, it might compare like the day I did the video interview. Who could think that I would end up working with my group of favorite singers, being their translator? My boss walked down some aisles. The company was a little smaller than I thought, but it was spacious anyway. Soon the music was muffled by the walls. I think I feel my legs failing and my pulse quickened anticipating the moment. The door opened like a dream, revealing the six members in their practice.

The music ended few minutes after entering the studio. My hands were sweating while playing with my fingers on the back nervously. Do not collapse. I had to use my strength not to do things, such as: screaming like a fangirl, dancing to their choreography that I knew by memory, among other things. With all the nervousness, I could not help but smile and feel proud of them. The bad thing about knowing all about their life was that I considered them as friends, and they did not even know my name. As far as friends, it was a really distant word.

The boss finally introduced me, they bowed briefly, as part of their culture, and I did the same in response. Everyone smiled at me; it was a warm welcome. Then I wondered how they saw me. I was really different, a Latina with curly, tanned hair who surprised them by speaking their language very well. It was rare among them, so I was curious what the thoughts that crossed their mind were.

The meeting was brief, they were to return to their practice and I to my new place. Somehow I managed to get out of the studio, shaking like gelatin from head to toe. Surely that I looked like a frightened kitten, all I needed was to hide in some corner.

Stunned I made the trip to the small apartment. I had said I was not tired, and it was true until I saw the bed calling me from the room. Having crossed half the world, the impression of knowing my idols with whom I would work was largely exhausting. All the things I thought to do when I got home, like being productive and unpacking, gradually faded away. I crawled to the bed, and before falling as dead I set the alarm in case I slept unrestrained until the other day.