Make a Move

The interview

- What you're about to read, may or may not contain my personal thoughts & feelings. I just hope you enjoy reading this story and hopefully you can relate. -

"Put it in," that's what I said. "I can't get it in," that's what he said.

"Try harder..."

I wake up. It was just a dream. Or did I really do it last night? I won't be surprised if I really did it. It's probably been another stranger. For the last few years I've been living the wild life. I thought I had it under controle, getting my real life back. Apparently the truth is painful. But hey, I'm just an ordinary English girl, born and raised in London. I have blue eyes, brown hair and I'm a little bit too skinny, that's what I tell myself. But people always be like "you look good!" and "I wish I had your figure!" Yeah... I don't believe them.

It's Sunday, 11 am and I'm slowly waking up. Darn, last night really broke me. I can't remember all things I've done. Probably for the best. It goes like this every Saturday. Saturday night is my 'going out' night, that means I always do everything God has forbidden. It usually are the most fun nights though.

Sunday is a 'not doing anything' day. I go downstairs and make myself something to eat. ''Kyra! Do you want breakfast?'' I yell. Kyra's my bestfriend and I've known her since first grade. About 2 years ago, when we were 18, we decided to look for an apartment together, so we could split the rent. Now we have an apartment in the centrum of London. It's still expensive, but our parents are easy-going people and give us enough money to pay our rent each month. ''Shut up, Scarlett! I'm sleeping!'' yells Kyra. I laugh. I knew she would react like this. Kyra's not a morning person at all.

I hear stumbling on the stairs. That must be Kyra. I take a look at the clock and see it's 2 pm. I shake my head. "I feel horrible!" says Kyra while she walks towards me. "That's because you drunk way too much." She lets herself fall down on the couch next to me. "You should be more careful." I hear myself saying it. How can I tell her she has to be careful, while I'm always partying just as much? "Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't have to say anything. My head hurts." "I'm gonna get you a class of water," I say. I get up and walk to the kitchen. *bleep bleep*  I hear my phone ringing. I give Kyra her glass of water and run to my phone. I look at the number but I don't recognize it. "Scarlett Green speaking." "Hi Scarlett,  my name is Rae Alvey. I believe you applied for the job Concert Photographer. Am I right?" "Yes!" I yell and jump up and down. "I was wondering if you could meet me for an interview tomorrow? Lets say around 10 am?" "I can do that!" "That's great, you know the address of the compagny right? I'm sure you've looked it up before." I hear laughing. At least she doesn't sound like a b*tch. "Yes! I'll be there!" "Great, see you tomorrow then." "Bye mrs. Alvey!"

"I have an interview tomorrow!" yell I. "Awesome, I knew you could do it!" Kyra gives me a hug. "That means we're throwing another party." "But I don't even have the job yet!" "Oh, but you'll get it, Scar!" Kyra gives me another hug. "Now lets toast at least."

The next day

It's 8:29 am and I wake up. I always wake up a minute before the alarm goes off. Pressing the snooze button before the alarm goes off is a very hard thing to do in the morning. I take a shower, put my best clothes on and jump in my shoes. I make myself something to eat, pick my keys up and close the front door. I look at my phone and it says 10:20 am. It's a 20 minute walk from my house to the compagny, so I have more than enough time. Even better, I'm thinking to myself.

10:40 am. I walk to the front door of the building. '