An interview with Jack White (like no other...)

Finally scored the interview!

It was 11am, I was sitting in my office looking at layouts for next month's issue when I got the call. Jack White's assistant was on the other end of the phone, confirming with me a date for my interview with the former singer of the White Stripes. "One-thirty, Friday afternoon sounds great, I'll see Mr White then", I said as I hung up and felt my mouth curl up into a slight smile. I'd been looking forward to meeting him for a while now, having enjoyed his music for years.

I spent the next three days putting together some questions for the interview, chopping and changing back and forth. I certainly didn't want to conduct a mundane, same-old-boring-questions type interview. I wanted it to pop, to be the best thing my boss would ever read, to be better than anything Rolling Stone could ever churn out.

Friday morning, I walked into my wardrobe and flicked through my rack of dresses. I stopped at a knee length fitted number, baby blue and sleeveless. It was classy enough but at the same time hugged at my curves. Perfect! It was mid summer in Nashville, so I wanted to look effortlessly cute without overdoing it. After all, he seems like the type of guy who likes ladies who don't look over the top. Hrmm... What am I doing wondering about what his type of girl dresses like? You're just interviewing him, Mia... Just an interview. Keep it professional!"

I drove over to the address emailed to me the day before. It was the address of his home, set on a multitude of acres of green Tennessee land. To be honest, I didn't expect someone like Jack White to reside in such a huge home, but on the other hand, would a world renowned musician really live in a studio apartment instead? I buzzed on the front door and could just make out through the frosted glass a tall figure walking towards the door. Oh man, i was all of a sudden nervous. Never mind I've been doing this job for the past 15 years, never mind I've interviewed dozens upon dozens of people, famous and not so famous. All of a sudden, it dawned on me how attractive and charismatic this man is, and here he was, about to open the door for me. For ME.