(A/N: Hello! Welcome to my first ever fanfiction! I hope you like it!

The OC you meet here is completely original, and any similarity to existing characters or human beings is unintentional.

All of the other characters belong to Benny and Rafi Fine (a.k.a. TheFineBros), as well as the MyMusic Franchise.

Enjoy! And please review with any future ideas and any opinions you may have! I'm open to anything!)

My first day at MyMusic. That's today. I don't know how to feel about today really, there's a lot of mixed feelings in my stomach, but let's start, well, now! The birds were singing, the sun was shining, yadda, yadda, yadda. I glanced at my watch. 8:50, it read. I looked up and stared at that grey and purple building I'd only seen once before, when my friend had tried to get me interested in the show on YouTube. I had watched the first episode out of interest, but that was it. I thought the whole office was a melodramatic volcano, waiting to erupt.

Times got tougher though, for me, at least. I got sacked from my old job as a shopping assistant for slacking off too much, apparently. Ok, so I listened to music a lot during work, and yea, I did sometimes hide myself in storage so no one would disturb me, but that's beside the point.

Yesterday, I was scrolling through the paper, as you do, for job openings, and just as I was about to give up, I saw, in a very small and unobvious box at the bottom of the page, and advertisement for an internship at MyMusic, as the director of corporate identity, which means being in charge of how the public view the company. The ad was signed off by a man called Indie. It seemed legitimate, and it lowered the chance of me getting fired again for listening to music, as it was a music-based company, so I thought 'Hey, why not?'

So there I was, in my favourite purple dress, with lots of bangles, a simple fedora and a pair of Doc Martens. My IPod was tucked into the ribbon of my hat, and I was plugged in, listening to some of my fave tunes to get me ready, and I had a big, loose backpack, filled with my laptop, other gadgets, belt, jacket and another pair of spare headphones, just in case. I couldn't live without music! I tucked a loose curl of my ginger hair behind my ear as I checked my watch again. 8:52, this time. 'Well, it's now or never…' I thought, and I opened up the double doors.

The once peaceful morning was suddenly bombarded with flying cables and wires. One person, a lady in a tight black skirt that stopped below her knees, and a white shirt, advised me not to move, except to hold my arms out which I did. I think they had trouble finding a place for this black box, so I told one of them to get the belt of my bag, which they did thankfully, putting it around my waist, securing it, and then attaching my box-thingy. They told me that I was good to go, so the same lady practically pushed me into the doors. My earphones had fallen out during the whole process, so I quickly replaced one, before entering the building for the first time.

I was greeted by two people, one guy and one girl, who were complete opposites. The girl was extremely energetic and bubbly, covered in colour and bouncing off the walls, which I think she would be doing if it was physically possible. She wore pink, green and blue highlights in her hair, and a whole lotta makeup. She also wore some Doc Martens, but also these black skinnies that fitted her amazingly and a "My Chemical Romance" top. She jumped up just as I was about to ask where to go.

"Hi, hi, HELLOO! Welcome!" she squeaked.

"Hey there! Who are you?" I said, tucking my loose hair back again.

"I'm Scene, you see?!" she said, pointing at her adorable dimples. I couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Why Scene? That's an odd name."

"Oh, Indie makes us go by the names of the music we like." That wasn't Scene. I looked at the man sat next to her.

The guy, as I said, was the opposite. He wore a blue shirt and a chequered tie, and had his hair slicked back in a smart fashion. He looked up, gave me a smile and a wave, said "Hi, I'm Intern 2."

"I'm Harr- I mean, umm… why Intern 2?" I didn't know what my name was yet, or if it was, taken, you could say, already, so I covered my confusion.

"Oh, I don't have a music genre that defines me. I like lots of types, but none in particular, so everyone around here calls me Intern 2."

A shout sounded from a door on my left. "SHUT UP, INTERN 2!" A man opened the door and walked towards me. He wore a scarf, a fedora similar to mine, wide framed glasses, a baggy cardigan and tight fitting pants. "You must be the new intern," He paused for a moment and looked me down, "Come into my office." was all he said before turning on his heels and going back through the door. I saw Scene sit back down in the corner of my eye.

The bespectacled man signalled towards a chair, which I sat on. "Hello. My name is Indie. And yours?" he said, pen and paper at the ready.

"Harriet Skidoe." I replied. He scribbled something down, shaking his head.

"You need a name." he said. 'I have a name, it's Harriet!' I thought, but then I remembered what Intern 2 had said, so I understood. I wondered what else I was yet to learn about this unexplored company.

Indie spoke again, breaking my thoughts. "What music do you like?"

I answered easily. There couldn't have been a simpler question. My favourite artists came to mind, 'I like Birdy, Bon Iver, Simon and Garfunkel…' I thought, so, obviously, I adored: "Folk music."

"Great. From now on, you will be known as Folk. Have you had any expierence with designing before?"

"I took a GCSE in Graphic Design and an A-Level in Product Design, I also have my CV with me if you want to read that?"

He put his hand up. "No need," he said, "You're hired. Come with me." He got up again, and I followed like a puppy dog. Was that the whole interview? It was a bit short… but I had a JOB!

While we walked through the office, Indie called for a staff meeting, so, one-by-one, my future workmates trailed behind also. We went into a glass room with chairs around a table, and a whiteboard at the end of the room. Everyone sat except for Indie and me. I mean, I would've sat down, but there weren't any more chairs, so I stayed at the back of the room.

Indie raised his hands, "Everyone, settle down please. Let me introduce Folk, our newest employee. She will work on the corporate identity of our company, and make it more popular." He ushered me up to the front. Now I could see all of their faces. All of their unique faces and styles. "Now, Techno, Dubstep," A couple holding glow sticks and wearing millions of bracelets looked up, "Can you take Folk in?"

The girl spoke up. "Sure, Indie! It's what being PLUR is!" she said, with a big grin. She wore so many colours, half of which I didn't even know existed! She also wore a huge smile which no one could ignore. Her partner raised his head, and said, "Bzz pmm wubada grrn hrr!" with another huge smile. I thought I was going bonkers! "Oh, Dubstep says, 'It's nice to meet you!'" I smiled at the translator, Techno, I'm guessing, and nodded at Dubstep.

"Nice to meet you too!" I grinned and looked round at the rest of the staff, tucking that same curl behind my ear again. They were all so different, but their tastes were obvious. There was a woman with blonde, curly hair, typing away on her phone, wearing a pink dress, who I'm guessing liked pop music; a man wearing gold chains, a bandana and a leather jacket, very similar to a gangster and another guy, with his hair spiked up, who looked pretty hardcore. I liked guessing games, so I gave this one a go.

"Lemme guess," they all looked up, "You," I said pointing at the man with the chains, "Are Rap," I turned slightly, not moving my arm, so I was pointing at the woman, "You are Pop, and you," I turned slightly again, "Are called Metal, right?" I couldn't remember the names properly from the one clip I'd seen of all of them, as that was months ago. The gangster was first to speak.

"Nah, gurl, I'm not Rap, I'm Hip-Hop, shawty!" I nodded and moved onto the lady. She was reading a message out loud, in a nasally, squeaky voice:

"#NewgirlthinksmynameisPop #Internsaresostupid!"

I was… slightly offended. "So, I'm guessing that means I got your name wrong too?"

"Well, duh! I'm Idol, silly!" she said. As if I was to know that! It wasn't like there was a neon sign attached to her head that said "MY NAME IS IDOL!" I sighed and turned to the last person, the guy with the spiky hair. He was nodding with his eyebrows raised and his mouth in a big frown. "Umm… what is that supposed to mean? Is that your way of saying I got your name wrong too?"

"No, the opposite. Nice going, new kid." His voice was gravelly, and full of texture. Sounded like he had a sore throat, but all the time. Not nice.

After the meeting, I followed Techno and Dubstep into their office and began to set up my stuff.

*Confession Room*

"What do I think of the others? Well, I don't know who to start with… umm… well Techno and Dubstep are awesome. It's a shame Dubstep doesn't speak English though, he seems like a genuinely nice guy, I would love to talk to him without having to get Techno to translate for my sake. But overall, they seem great!

"Idol… ehh. She seems a bit too enthusiastic and slightly annoying to be honest. I don't wanna have to hang around with her for too long. I mean, I had some great ideas for the company website, and I was about to start getting them down on paper, when she comes and drags me to her desk, asking me about Twitter handles and Facebook pages! What the hell is a Twitter handle anyway?!

"Hip-Hop obviously likes ass. He answers almost any question by saying it somewhere in the sentence!

"Indie is a bit strict as a boss. I mean, he obviously has anger issues, he keeps taking everything out on Intern 2, which is totally unfair, but if that's how things work around here, I can't do much. Scene obviously has a crush on him, she hangs on his every word and action. Poor girl… she's headed for a disaster.

"Metal is cool, can't wait to work with him! We both like technology, so I wouldn't mind getting some tips from him. The only thing I'm worried about when it comes to him is his attitude. He's quite… unpredictable." I bit my lip. "I think I like that." I saw the jaws of the camera crew drop to the floor.

"I can't wait for this experience to start. Everyone seems genuinely nice, and it'll be great to get to know them better."

(A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I will reply to as many reviews as I can, so write away! I promise to post the next chapter during the next few days! Bye! :D)