First day at My Music.

First day on the job.

My first job ever. Oh joy. It was just an internship, but I was still nervous about it.

Hi. I'm... Well, now I'm Throwback. That's what everyone at work calls me because I like oldies music like The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Hollies, the Doors, the Zombies, Led Zeppelin, etc. I also like the Who. Yes, I have a strange taste in music.

I applied for an internship with My Music, a music company run by some really, really weird people. I haven't met everyone yet, just the boss, Indie, and the head of social media, Idol.

Indie actually seems like he's got a good taste in music. He's really weird though because he drinks fungus based beverages all the time. And he wants everyone to look for Bigfoot, who happens to roam around the office when it thinks no one is looking.

Idol is... My opposite. She likes everything that comes from today's "music" industry and she is obsessed with social networking. She asked what social media outlets I used, and when I told her none, she freaked out. She said as soon as I got to work today I'd have to come see her so I could set up some accounts on social networking sites.

So.

Yeah.

Today should be fun.

I got to the front doors and timidly opened them. I peeked in through the door and saw a girl not much older than me who looked like she was emo, and I also saw a blondish-haired average looking guy sitting next to her. They were both looking at something on their computers, but the guy looked up and saw me.

"Oh, you must be the new intern, right?" he asked, standing up. Suddenly the emo girl jumped up and ran over to me.

"Hi hi HELLOOO!" she exclaimed, smiling widely and shaking my hand very hard.

"Um, hi...?" I said awkwardly. She stepped away from me and introduced herself.

"I'm Scene, you see?" She pointed to her mouth and grinned.

'Scene...? I thought she was emo...' I thought to myself and forced a smile. "I'm Throwback."

The guy got up and shook my hand as well. "Hi, I'm Intern 2. Nice to meet you, Throwback."

I raised an eyebrow at his name. "No musical genre name for you?" I questioned. He shrugged.

"I like all sorts of music," he explained. Suddenly a man came out of his office in search of something. He saw Intern 2 and started yelling.

"INTERN 2! WHERE'S MY KOMBUCHA?" he screamed. I recognized him now: it was Indie, the boss guy.

Intern 2 shook his head and turned to Indie. "I wouldn't know."

"WELL FIND IT! If I don't have my kombucha by lunchtime, I'm going to—"

"Hiiiiii Indie!" Scene said suddenly, waving. Indie looked at her and sighed. That was when he noticed me.

"Oh, Throwback, you're here. Good," he said, forgetting about his kombucha or whatever for a few minutes.

"You'll be working with the Interns, of course, but you'll also be Metal's production assistant," he explained.

"Metal...?" I asked, pushing my brown hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, yeah, Metal. You'll meet him sooner or later. Right now, we're going to have a company meeting in the conference room," he told me, pointing up some stairs and to a glass room above the rest of the office. I followed him and the other interns up the stairs and into the room.

Some of the other workers walked in. I didn't see anyone who looked like they could be named "Metal."

Everyone sat down except for me. Indie made me stand next to him so he could introduce me.

He started talking as soon as everyone had quieted down. "All right, as it seems Metal is not going to show up anytime soon, let's just get on with this. Everyone, this our newest intern, Throw—"

Just then a big, black-haired, scary looking guy ran in through the door. "Sorry I'm late, boss man!" he said, sitting down.

My eyes widened. This had to be Metal... He looked kinda scary.

"Anyways," Indie started, shooting daggers at Metal with his eyes. "This is Throwback, our newest intern and Metal's production assistant."

Metal stared at me. "What? Say WHAT? Say WHAT?"

I backed away from the table slightly.

"Throwback, say hi," Indie told me. I lifted my hand and waved.

"Hi," I said. Everyone except Metal smiled and said hi back. Metal was, I guessed, not in a very good mood.

Scene raised her hand. Indie looked at her and nodded.

"Yes, Scene?" he said. Scene looked from me to Indie and back and asked,

"Are you two related? Because you look and dress really, really similar!"

I glanced at Indie, for the first time noticing that my blue scarf was the same style as his. Our clothes weren't too different, except I was wearing a Doors tee and he was wearing some strange shirt that had designs on it. Our pants weren't too different, either. The shoes, however...

"Not that I know of, Scene," Indie replied. Scene suddenly looked at me strangely and then nodded.

Indie clapped his hands together. "Ok, everyone, back to work! Throwback, you're with Metal." Everyone got up and started to leave when Idol ran over, grabbed me, and said that I needed my social networking profiles set up.

"Don't you think that working is more important?" I cried as she dragged me to her lair—I mean desk.

She completely ignored me and had me sit in the chair across from her. She brought up the Facebook sign-up page and motioned for me to type in the stuff that was needed.

"Why, why, why!" I muttered and came up with some strange password after putting in my email.

"Ohhh, ok, at lunch we can personalize it, but for now let's get you a Twitter!" Idol said excitedly as she brought up the Twitter sign up page. I typed in some information and then she said,

"Ok, let's get you one more account and then you can go and work. Tumblr, Pinterest, what?" She grinned. I gagged slightly.

"Uh, Tumblr, I guess..." I muttered just loud enough for her to hear. She squealed and pulled up yet another sign up page. I typed in the info and then stood up.

"I can leave now, yeah?" I said. She looked at me and nodded, smiling.

"Remember to come back for lunch!" she called as I left. I cringed at the thought of eating lunch with Idol.

I managed to find my way to Techno and Dustep's office, then Indie's, and then I found my way to where Metal was getting ready to shoot the weekly My Music News.

"Um..." I sort of stood in the doorway of the room awkwardly until I finally knocked on the doorframe. He looked up at me and then focused on his work.

"Go get me that microphone," he told me. I looked around and found the thing in a corner. I carefully picked it up and brought it over to Metal, trying not to hit anything.

He stopped adjusting the camera he was working on and looked at me. "Ok. Scene's coming in in a sec and you just hold that right about there when she does." He showed me where to hold it when Scene was doing her show.

Scene suddenly ran into the room and stood in her position. "Hiiiiiiii Metal! Hiiiii Throwback!" She grinned cheekily. Metal rolled his eyes and I gave a small wave.

Intern 2 walked in. Apparently all the interns were Metal's production crew, and the only one who knew anything about production was Metal. I knew a little, and so did Intern 2, I found out. But Scene knew absolutely nothing about production. Therefore, she didn't really do too much.

"Intern 2! You can make sure the lighting is good." Metal waved Intern 2 over to the lights.

"Ok... And... Action," Metal said. Scene started her intro to the show. Metal had to stop her a couple times because she was talking too fast or I had accidentally put the mic in the camera frame or he bumped into the camera. Eventually, we did get through the shoot and finished the camera work before lunch. Scene and Intern 2 left to do... Well, whatever they had to do other than helping Metal. I sort of stood awkwardly in the room before I realized that I should probably help Metal with putting up the equipment. He was just putting things in boxes, so I went through and organized everything. He didn't acknowledge me until he was finished.

"You're still here?" he asked. I looked up and nodded, looking back down quickly and organizing the rest of the equipment.

"I am your production assistant, Metal," I said. He made a weird noise with his throat and then sighed.

"Well, ok, whatever, production assistant... Do you know how to edit video?" he asked. I finished organizing and looked up at him.

"I rather like editing... I guess that's what you're gonna have me do, yeah?" I questioned, brushing my shirt off slightly.

He nodded, smiling slightly. "You catch on quick."

I grinned. "I'm very perceptive."

He smiled wider and told me to follow him to his cubicle, which was, sadly, near Idol's.

I noticed a figure made of scarves propped up against the wall next to Metal's desk.

"What..." I started, but Metal stopped me.

"That's Scarf Man. He's a great listener. Ever need to talk to someone, or need backup in a hostage-taking situation, he's your man." Metal sat down at his desk and started typing at his computer.

I thought about what he said. "You took hostages before? Why?"

He glanced at me. "Long story... You can ask anyone here. They'll tell you."

He obviously wasn't going to tell me why or how he had taken people hostage, so I decided not to pry.

Suddenly a blonde haired girl marched into the room. I stared at her. Metal ignored her.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"My daughter," he replied, not looking up from his work. My mouth dropped.

"Daughter?" I stared at Metal, and then at the girl, and then at Metal again.

The girl completely ignored anyone else as she marched over to Idol. I noticed the film crew (totally forgot to mention; for some reason this place is being documented by a film crew) was following her closely.

"YOU!" the girl screamed at Idol. Idol turned in her chair, surprised.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!" the girl screamed. Metal jumped up then and pushed past me.

"BOYFRIEND? RAYNA, WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A BOYFRIEND?" Metal demanded.

The girl, Rayna, looked at her dad with disgust. "You know! INTERN 2!"

Metal looked like he was going to punch somebody's lights out. I decided I wanted to leave the room then, so I slipped out.

I was talking to the camera in the little.. Well, confessional are, I guess that's what it was.

"So... My first few hours here have been kinda crazy. I mean... Metal has a daughter? And she's dating Intern 2 or something? And Idol tried to steal Intern 2? What the heck is this? This place is crazy... I wonder if taking this internship was a good idea."

Suddenly, Idol ran into the room and grabbed me.

"WE FORGOT TO PERSONALISE YOUR PROFILES!" she screamed.

I protested with, "Why, why, WHY!"