The Almost Unreal

Interviews ugh

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Olives pov.

On the way to the interview I thought of everything that could go wrong. I could say something that gave away that I was an FBI agent. The killing kind. I could.. I dont know.. faint. Actually that wouldnt be so bad. At least it would end early.

Austin wanted to drive me but it turns out, I now have personal body guards who have to. Actually I have a whole team. They try to hide it but I can tell they are working for me. Like when we went to breakfast, I saw a dude in sunglasses check the food by trying it. He didnt put anything in it or anything, so I knew he wasnt trying to kill me. They also will sometimes make sure no predestrians cross the street while we're driving so we dont get in some accident. Its starting to get annoying.

Im my own body guard. I can fend for myself better than this team! Amatuers. The did the whole, 'Im pretending to check if I have anything on my face when Im actually watching over you in this mirror' bit. It makes me feel pathetic. The only reason that guy was able to kidnap me was because he blackmailed me. The whole reason Im a FBI agent is so I can protect others, not give them up for myself.

When we get to the building, its packed. Even 15 minutes before the show. I would show up late for something like this, but according to this girl I asked, she had been here 30 minutes early. Well that was after she flipped out that I had talked to her.

*later*

"Ok, ok. Settle down. Todays guest, as most of you know, is the one and only, Olive Tomlinson!" Lynn annonces after telling some joke about Justin Beibers new hair cut. I walk out on to stage, waving and smiling. Might as well look like Im fine.

I sit in the blue hanging bubble chair and it moved backwards with me in it. I stablize it and the crowd laughs.

"Gosh, whatever happened to chairs on the ground?" I mumble, forgetting about the mini microphone clipped on my shirt. They laugh again and I try to sit in the chair again, expecting the unstableness.

"I dont know, modern art has gone almost everywhere. It was about time sales went up." Lynn says, and I laugh.

"Your pretty funny. I've got a few jokes. What do you call a guy with a rubber toe?" I ask.

"What?" she asks, along with the crowd of around 60 people.

"Roberto." I say. She grins at my joke and the crowd chuckles.

"Well Olive. You've had a rough few weeks. Can you tell us about it? Sorry if that seems pushy." she asks, quickly apologizing for it. I couldnt blame her, I mean thats he whole reason Im here, isnt it?

"No, your fine. Yeah, its been tough but, I got through it." I smile weakly.

"Can you walk us through what happened?" she asks, anxiousness in her voice. Tension was thick in the air and I knew these words would define the whole expeirence.

"Well, it all started when I came to see the boys leave for tour. One Direction. And some guy steals my purse. I, of course, went chasing after this guy. I dont remember if it was my food purse or my money purse... Oh whatever." I start to explain.

"Wait, you have a food purse?" Lynn asks, the crowd doesnt laugh though, because of the tension.

"Yes, who doesnt? Any who. I tackled the guy and it turned out to be this guy that I know! He absolutely hates me because.... I had unknowningly told his boss something bad about him and he lost his job. I didnt know the guy much, I just accidently told him I saw him making out with his daughter and then BAM. He's living in a crappy motel. But who hasnt been there?"