Perrie's POV
"Perrie! Perrie! Look here" I can hear all the photographers shout at me, wanting to take pictures. I'm living life, and I'm loving it!~~
*Ring2* The sound of my alarm clock woke me up. When I sat on my bed, I saw the outfits that I'm supposed to be wearing for my interview today.
After getting dressed, I head downstairs to the dining area to see my Grand Father eating breakfast. "Oh! My favorite grand daughter! Seat, come eat with me." Said my Abuelo.
"Abuelo, I'm your favorite grand daughter because I'm the only one. You don't have a choice." I said back to my Abuelo.
"Perrie, even though I had a hundred grand daughters or sons, you'd still be my favorite." He replied back. "Oh! Thanks,Abuelo. Sorry to cut our conversation but I gotta go. I have an interview in 2 hours and I need to get my hair and make up fixed." I said rushing while giving him a kiss in the cheek and grabbing one pancake.
On my way to the studio, I rolled down my window and threw the starbucks cup I had in my hand while it was still a little full. Once I had rolled back up my window, I heard someone scream. Oops, maybe someone got wet when I threw the cup. But, whatever. I have to get going.
Once I had reached the studio, the make up artist and hair dresser did my make up and hair. After those things, I went to the place where we are going to do the interview.
*minutes in the interview*
"So, I heard your birthday's coming in a few days. Do you have plans for your birthday?" Asked Chelsea the interviewer. "Um, to be honest, no. I haven't got a clue what I'm going to do for my birthday." I told her honestly. "Really? Well, I'm guessing you'll probably going out with your friends." She said. I just agreed and we continued to talk for a solid 23 minutes.
