I stil need a name for this story. I hope you like it. I actually really like this story (so far) and i have some really good ideas. Feel free to comment and point out any mistakes, thank you!
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I remember the day I moved to New York. It was like a fresh start, a completely new surrounding. It was going to be tough, being assimilated and to the same level and function of everyone else, that was not a tourist here. The buildings looked so intimidating as I walked out of the airport. My plan was to play tourist the first few days before cracking down and going on the job hunt. I did not care where I started for a job, I could have been the person who sweeps the floors; as long as I was in a publishing building I would have been happy. That plan obviously did not happen. I had been making this plan for a good year or so, so luckily, I had saved enough money for the first 2 months’ rent and for food and some of the basics, but that stash of money quickly began to vanish and I still had no hope for a job. Most companies wouldn’t even bother to give me an interview, and half the ones that were kind enough to schedule one, called me once I was no longer in front of them and canceled the appointment. I had a few colorful words to tell them. Then the very few (2) companies that actually let me come in to the interview made up some lame excuse about how they “had enough workers at the moment” and they “couldn’t handle having another person on the pay roll.” Well hello I am asking for the job on the bottom of the totem pole, I will not exactly cost a ton of money or anything. Since this was my introduction to New York, I did not have high expectations and my dream was slowly feeling further and further away. Therefore, when Ashton showed me the kindness he did, I began to feel like there may be hope once again.
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Ashton got me a plane ticket immediately after he was done filming and I was slightly anxious about flying so far. I was ready though, this was my job and I was ready for it. I was getting slightly anxious during the days leading up to the trip. I had my bags packed for almost a week before I got into a taxi bright and early on a Thursday morning. I met up with Ashton and the rest of the crew at the check-in desk. Everyone else seemed a lot more experienced than I was with the whole flying thing. I had only flown once, and that was an hour flight to get to New York. Everyone had headphones strewn around their neck, and a backpack on their back. I look down and see my laptop sleeve in my arms and my iPad sticking out of my purse that hung on me cross body. I was definitely “that person” in this group. No one really talked as we stood there. I could not really blame them, it was early and when the sun ain’t up, I ain’t up. (It is a good rule of thumb.) After 10 minutes passed, I started to wonder why we were still here. I walked over to Ashton (him being the only person I knew well enough to talk to) and asked him whom we were waiting on. From my understanding, the whole team was here.
“My girlfriend, Laken, she was running a bit behind. Should be here any minute now.” As the words came out of Ashton’s mouth, my world all but stopped. How could I have not known about this before now? I was his freakin personal assistant. I recover from my shock very quickly and nod as if it was no deal. Now I felt slightly more conscious about the bed head I had, and the minimalistic makeup I wore. She was probably beautiful and probably a youtuber, meaning they had more to connect over than him and me. She ran through the doors not too much later, apologizing to everyone and kissing Ashton quickly on the cheek.
“C’mon, babe. We have a flight to catch,” She says. Laken puts her hand in his and begins to pull him toward the security check. Ashton giggles and allows her to pull him. I sigh, maybe this job is not something I was truly meant to have. I shrug to myself and pull my luggage closely behind me, time to board the plane. My seat ended up being by this girl named Savannah, she was on the agency side and helped to get all the publicity events. Of course, Ashton and Laken sat two rows in front and diagonal to me. I could hear Laken talking about one of her videos and how her fans just absolutely adored her. Ashton sat there and patiently waited for her to finish her story before pulling out his handheld camera to take a few quick video clips of the plane ride.
