How did I get so lucky? Andy Biersack X reader

Missed

First in a while.

"Thank you for submitting an interest in our recently published job here at Warner Bros. 

After reading over all our recipients, we congratulate you into getting into the interview stage of our application"

"Wait..."

"I got an interview! Tash! I got a freaking interview!" 

*Thud*

"Crap, for heavens sake, of course she fainted"

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"How do I look?" I ask Tasha as I look into the full length mirror stood in front of me.

"Perfect" she tells me, pulling back a stray piece of hair and clipping it in with a clip. "Thanks". 

"Heres your heals" Tash hands me my black stilettos and I slide them on and grab my bag from the coffee table.

*Ping*

"Awe, Joey wished me luck" I smile at my phone. 

Just then Kier walks into the room, his hair a soggy mess and a dressing gown tied loosely around him. "Okay, cover up, I'm leaving" I roll my eyes as I make sure I have my phone and keys then exit the building to my car. 

I opened my car door and slid in, putting my bag on the passenger seat and clipping the seatbelt across me. The radio played out as I turned on the engine and I smiled as Knives and Pens played, reminding me of the brilliant concert months before. I put the car into drive and went on my way. Around half an hour later I arrived at one of their small studios in Boston and climbed out of my car, grabbing my bag in the process then shutting my door, locking the car and walking towards the smallish building in front of me.

Pushing the door to the building open I see a small desk. "Hi, I'm here for an interview" I smile at the lady before me at the desk. Her smile radiated the room as she returned mine. "Please wait there and someone will come and get you" she informs me and so I place myself onto the seat behind me. 

I look around with envy, seeing the gold plated records on the walls and signed posters from numerous artists. 

"See you like our collection" a voice speaks and I look before me. My eyes widen, "yeah-" voice breaking as I stare at the woman who stood there. "Are you okay dear?" I'm asked and all I can do is nod slightly. 

"My name is Penny Fernandez" (IDK) "y/f/n, nice to meet you" I shake her hand and regain my composure.

This feels so weird.