little child || j.p.m.

12 // audition

January 19th, 1962
Liverpool, England
1:14 pm
Erika's POV
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I had been living in Liverpool again for only 3 days, but I loved it just as much as I had when I left. I worked a job at a clothing store which gave me a good pay. Paul had tried to convince me not to get a job and that he had money for the both of us. I insisted that I'd work, and afterwards he still tried to convince me to stay home with Delilah. He seemed a little bit angry when I told him I had gotten a job.

Well, I wasn't just going to sit around doing nothing. The McCartney's were kind enough to let me into their home, and I will work for myself and not rely on any of them to show my gratitude.

Besides working at a clothes shop, I had also tried to get a modelling contract. I always liked playing dress up as a little girl and I thought this would be a good opportunity for me. My mum always told me I should do something like modelling. I never took it seriously until a few months ago when I started looking into it.

Today I was meeting up with someone who could give me a contract. I put on a black turtleneck, black pants, and a pair of black oxfords. Then I neatly combed my hair back into a ponytail. I applied some makeup. Not too much, but just enough to extenuate my features.

Taking a look in the mirror, I took a deep breath. I actually looked very decent. It was a casual look, but it was very stylish and followed the vogue of today's time.

The only thing on my mind right now was getting that modelling contract. Of course Delilah was on my mind, but I knew she was with Jim and that she was alright.

I practically pranced out the door and to Paul's car. I asked if I could use it beforehand and he said it was alright. I turned on the radio and skimmed through the stations until I found a good one. I drove cautiously and quickly to the address of the agency. I parked the car and got out of it, a portfolio clutched in my hands.

When the building came in view, my eyes widened. It was a luxurious looking building. It had two of those spinning doors and along the glass windows were giant pictures of fashion icons. Anyone from Marilyn Monroe to Grace Kelly decorated the walls. When you stepped inside, there were pictures on the walls too.

"Hello, Miss. How can I help you?" A friendly looking lady approached me.

"I'm here for an interview." I said.

"Of course, right this way." The woman led me to an elevator. On the inside, the walls were mirrors. When I looked at myself I almost bursted our laughing.

Because they would choose me over any girls in Liverpool.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

"I'm Erika." I smiled.

"That's a pretty name. I'm Sasha." She smiled back.

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and the doors opened. We both stepped out and Sasha pointed down the hallway.

"The line of girls there at the end of the corridor is where you want to go." She began walking the opposite direction.

"Good luck!" She gave a friendly wave as she walked down the opposite end of the corridor.

I walked down to the line of girls. They were all seated in black leather chairs with silver legs. I sat down on a chair besides a group of rather pretty girls. The girl sitting directly beside me took a look at me, staring at me.