You were on your way to your new job. You couldn't believe that just last night you had received the call saying you have been offered a job of being an assistant manager of some boy band. Even though your dream and passion was to become a successful director of a movie that would make millions, you stayed optimistic. 'An assistant manager is a great start' you thought. The record company sent a limo to pick you up, which you thought was completely unnecessary, but you wasn't about to complain over a limo for the fact that you've never been in one.
As the limo pulled up outside your apartment you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, saying a quick prayer that you're first day at your first job would go well. The limo driver greets you with a welcoming,"Hello" as he confirms that you are the assistant he was sent to pick up. He opens the limos door and as you take a seat you thank him. After a long moment of silence in the limo, the driver finally said, "We are almost there, you know Rocque Records is only a few blocks away!"Having already knowing this information you just respond with a cheerful but completely fake,"Great!" You weren't really the type of person to open up to anyone, let alone your own friends, you weren't about to do so with the limo driver. As you gazed off into the scene of beautiful L.A through the limo's clear window, you think back to how the driver said ,"Rocque Records" the call that you received yesterday also mentioned that the record company was Rocque Records but for some reason it sounded even more familiar to you now. Just in the middle of your ever so confusing thoughts the driver says,"We are here!"
You already feel the butterflies taking over your stomach. He gets out of the limo and opens the door for you. You thank the driver as you get out of the limo. You walk into the big intimidating building known as Rocque Records, well it sure did rock. 'No pun intended' you thought to yourself. It surely did rock, the colors of black, red, and white, seemed to have exploded the main lobby of the company with posters and ever so lasting awards.
The lady at the front desk notices you as if she was expecting you and says,"Welcome! You must be (Y/N), Gustavo Rocque's new assistant's assistant!" You form a smile and reply, "Yes Gustavo Rocque's new assist-wait excuse me? Did you say assistant's assistant?" The lady gave you an odd look but still remained gentle,"Yes, you are the assistant of Kelly WainWright, Gustavo Rocque's assistant! Is there a problem?" You wasn't about to argue with the lady, you do remember the phone call saying you were Gustavo Rocque's assistant but then again that night you were tired and probably just misunderstood the call. You quickly pick yourself together and reply,"No, no of course not!" The lady flashes back a smile and says,"Great! They're waiting for you in room 31C, third floor, 2nd room to the right!"
As you head your way to 'room 31C, third floor, 2nd room to the right', thats how you mocked it in your head, you think,'Assistant's assistant?! Not the start I was hoping for" but again trying to be optimistic 'but at least it's something'. As you arrive to room 31C you think,'Wait did she just say THEY'RE waiting for me? Who's THEY?' You knock on the door just seconds later a man yells "Come In!" 'Geez this is gonna go great' you gulp. Following the orders of the man behind the door, you turn the knob and open the door.
As the door swings open you see a big man...a even bigger man, a nice looking lady 'hopefully better than that office lady' and...4 boys..boys or men? No. They weren't boys, they weren't men, they were. "BTR" you shriek in the highest pitch completely red in the process. The four men-boys wave at you with excitement, it was like giving a 6 year old candy. 'Oh my god' you think 'Oh my god'.