The internship - Shawn Mendes

Shawn Mendes

My internship week with my uncle was over. During the week I have been helping artists with music but I did not recognize most of the artists, except one. Shawn Mendes. I did help him with the concert he had here in Sweden yesterday, Thursday. I checked that all things were included in the concert, such as microphones and instruments, as well as water for him, but I did not take care of the big things like checking out so everything sounded good, but I got to say what I thought. His voice was so soft.

I was on the subway to Östermalm in Stockholm, Sweden, where I lived with my family in an apartment. It was a luxurious apartment with bright walls and many big windows. My dad's name is Stefan, my mother's name is Agneta, and my older brother's name is Adam. My name is Ella Andersson and I am 16 years old. I have blonde wavy hair down to my shoulders and green eyes. My best friend's name is Ida and she lives on the other side of the road in a luxurious apartment, as well.

I went out of the jail and out on the street. It was crowded with people because the school has just ended for today and several adult people have ended work for today. Most people speak on their phones or listen to music. I pick up my phone to check the time, half past four, before continuing down to the harbor where I live.

I sit on my bed and talk FaceTime with Ida. ''How did your internship go?'' She looks curious at me.

''Good, how did yours?''

''Really good, but tell me what you did,'' she says excitedly.

''I helped to bring instruments and microphones to a concert, then I listened to when several little artists recorded their songs,'' I tell her.

''What concert?''

''Shawn Mendes's,'' I say and her mouth was wide open.

"Seriously, did you got to meet Shawn Mendes?" She shouts with a big smile on her lips.

We had been talking for a whole hour, mostly about Shawn. Ida was so curious. Mom calls out that the food is ready. The time is 6:00 pm. I pick up my phone from the nightstand and see that I have a new text message. I push my finger over the screen and enter my four-digit code.

Unknown, 18:00
Hi, it's me, Shawn Mendes, if you remember me?

I shout a little inside. Why does he write to me? How did he get my number?

Ella, 18:01
How did you get my number?

''Are you coming, Ella. The food will cool down,'' My mother shouts from downstairs.

''I am coming, wait a minute,'' I call back before turning off the cellphone and walk out of my room.

I walk into the living room that is put together with the kitchen. The kitchen is on the right side of the room with an rectangular kitchen island with a benchtop made of marble, and on the left are the TV and the gray sofa. In the middle, there is a large dining table in white that seats 10 people. I sit down at the table where mom and dad are already eating. 

''Where is Adam?'' I look interrogative at my parents.

''He is with some friends, they are going out tonight,'' Dad says and I nod my head before I put meatballs on my white plate.

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I sat in my room, doing some homework when I received a message from Shawn. 

Shawn, 19:11
It's a secret.

Ella, 19:11
Tell me!

Shawn, 19:13
I asked your uncle.

Ella, 19:14
Why would you like my phone number?

Shawn, 19:15
You were so sweet to me when I was in Sweden, so I just want to keep the contact with you

A big smile appeared on my face, a guy has never been so kind to me. I started writing an answer back.

Ella, 19:17
It was just fun to help you, I hope we can meet again.

Shawn, 19:18 
You are so sweet, you know that, right?

I got a shock when he wrote this. What would I answer? Shawn Mendes thought I was cute.

Ella, 19:19
I don't know what to answer you, but thank you?

Shawn, 19:20
I have to go but I miss you, see you!

I smiled like an idiot while I took a screenshot on our conversation. I have to show Ida.

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I am going to write this story in just English too. If you can understand Swedish, you can read this in Swedish as well.