"Relax, Calah. It's not the first interview you've ever done." The strawberry blonde cooed to herself as she sat in a cheap waiting chair.

Calah wasn't your normal 25 year old. Most were fresh out of college, starting their own lives and doing whatever it was they planned for themselves about 10 years earlier. Calah, on the other hand, had no idea what she still wanted.

So, here she was, at a random workplace to try out a photography career. She found the ad, oddly enough on craigslist. The place where she always searched for an job that might hold her interest. She used it to try finding her muse, but she still had no avail.

"Calah Hill?" Called a brunnette woman, holding a clipboard in her hand.

"That's me." The blonde piped up, standing to her feet and straightening out the dress that fell just to her knees. She approached the woman and held her hand out to her, shaking it firmly in greeting.

"Mr. Michaels will see you now." She maneuvered the clipboard to rest in one arm, holding her other arm out in the direction of his office.

"Thank you very much." Calah smiled, her heels clacking against the hardwood flooring of the high-rise office. As she reached the open door, she gave two knocks to let him know she was there.

"Ms. Hill! Come on in!" The southern accent rang through his voice as he turned around in his chair. He had long brown hair that appeared to be slowly, but surely thinning and he wasn't exactly dressed in interview attire; jeans, cowboys boots, a shirt and a vest was what he had chosen for the day.

"Thank you, Mr. Michaels. And I'm totally loving the cowboy boots." She commented with a smile. The cowboy boots reminded her of her childhood. Her dad always used to wear them. He believed he was in the South, when really, he was as far north and east as he could get.

"Why, thank you, Ms. Hill." The older man winked, holding his hand out for greeting.

"Please, call me Calah." She retorted, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake as she did the woman.

"Have a seat." He said, the playful nature in his voice gone now.

As she sat, he picked up the manilla folder, stacked with papers on the inside with previous employment. She tapped her fingers nervously along the wooden armrest and licked over her pink lips, trying to read his facial expressions for any clear give aways.

"Well, you've delved in quite a lot here, Calah. You've been a make-up artist, a bartender, worked in numerous retail stores, worke as a baker, the list goes on and on." He said, no clear indication of what he was thinking.

"I have.. many passions, Mr. Michaels, and I enjoy fulfilling each passion. I love make up, I always though it'd be awesome to be a bartender, I love clothes and baking. So I went for it. And photography has always been a passion of mine as well and I figured I might as well take an opportunity when it comes my way." Calah explained. Though, she was lying. Nothing of those were really her passion and photography didn't even cut close to something she was enthusiastic about, it was just something she wanted to try. To see if she was passionate about it. But she didn't want him to know that. She wanted this job.

"Well, our employees work based off passion. The drive that they get from coming to work everyday. Your resume doesn't show much experience with photography, how long have you been working with cameras?" He asked her, a small smile growing on his face at her response.

"Since I was young. I've always loved taking pictures of people, landmarks, water, anything really." She told him. That wasn't a full lie.

"Alright, well, Calah." He rested forward, his hands laced together as his arms rested on the desk. "I'm not usually the one to hire people. I like everyone." He grinned. "But, Hunter and Stephanie asked me to do this. So..I like your desire. I want to give you a shot, and please..don't let me down. Hunter will kill me if I dropped the ball on this."

Calah laughed but nodded, "Thank you very much, Mr. Michaels. And I promise..I won't let you down." She stood up and held out her hand to him which he gladly took.

She couldn't believe she had gotten the job that easily..and that quickly.

"I'm assuming you know our company?" He walked her out, asking the question last minute.

Shit.

"Well, I know it's an entertainment business, but I saw the ad on craigslist for a photographer and I knew I had to jump at the chance to take the job, so I didn't get to do much research." She quickly explained, trying to justify her reasoning as to not doing her research.

"Well then, I guess you'll learn. I hope you enjoy traveling. We'll cover all your expenses; plane tickets, hotel rooms, food during the shows..all that jazz." He said waving a hand.

"Wait, food on the shows?" This..wasn't what she planned for. Maybe she should've done her research.

"The main events..the live shows. Go home and do your research, Ms. Hill. Get packed with everything you'll need as well, because tomorrow morning, you'll be havin a cab come to pick you up and take you to the airport. By this time tomorrow, you'll be in Bethlehem, Pennsylvannia." He walked her towards the elevator and pressed the call button for her. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Calah. I hope to see you on the road."

Blinking her eyes quickly, she had no time to respond as she was pushed into the elevator and the heavy silver doors closed with her behind them, Mr. Michaels fading from view.

"What did I just get myself into?" She asked herself as she whipped her phone out from her blazer. She set the manilla folder underneath her arm as she typed in 'WWE' to the internet search available on her phone.

"WWE/World Wrestling Entertainment is an American company primarily focused on professional wrestling. It also has income from music, movies, direct sales, etc. Founded in 1952, it is a major source for children to adult entertainment. It is a story-line driven combat sport, mostly everything planned. Vince McMahon is the chair-man and the company branches into many sections dealing with, professional wrestlers, writers, up-coming talent, photogaphers-." She stopped reading as she heard the elevator ding at her, not even realizing the doors had open and she was probably standing there for a few minutes.

She placed her phone back into her pocket and gulped, "Alright, Calah. You can do this. It's just to try photography, that's all." She tried calming herself, walking outside and to the tiny Neon that sat in a parallel parking spot. She climbed inside and started it up, the engine revving to a quiet purr.

She stepped on her gas pedal to get to her apartment that she would..basically no longer need, her fingers tapping on the wheel. She'd need to get packed quickly and get herself ready for the plane ride tomorrow.

Her car halted as she stepped on the brake, putting the car in park as she pulled up to her small Connecticut town apartment and got out, fixing her skirt quickly. She fumbled with her keys as she walked to her door and opened it, the empty apartment not as welcoming as she hoped.

Maybe traveling the world wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she'd find her muse out there. Maybe her co-workers would be..cute. She shrugged in thought and tossed her blazer to the floor, slipping out of her shirt and skirt. She then went into her closet and pulled out her suitcases before she ransacked her entire room of things she'd need for her trip across the world.

She folded everything as neatly as she could and set it down in the suitcase, zipping everything up. Two bags of clothes, one bag of shoes, one bag of toiletries and her camera bag. She was set to go. Licking over her lips, she set all her bags down by the door and climbed into her full size bed that she didn't share, curling up into it for her last night in her aparment for a few months. She looked up at the ceiling as she pulled her blanket over her and stared up to the white color.

Leaving wouldn't be so bad, it wasn't like she had people in Connecticut to talk to. This place could be a new home for her. She'd meet plenty of people and maybe she'd enjoy this. Smiling to herself, her eyelids fluttered to a close and she took a deep breath as she let herself slowly drift into a sleep, ready for her next day to fly to Pennsylvania.