Late in the evening and Sawyer was reading her favorite clause of her favorite Dickens book, Great expectations: 'I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.'
Every time she read that part her mind took her to that special person and this time was not different. Thinking, fantasizing, hoping, …
Phoebes thoughts got interrupted by her cellphone that started ringing. No caller ID. She wasn't really in the mood to pick up her phone but she did it anyway.
"Hello."
"Hi, I'm calling for miss Sawyer Brookes."
"You're speaking with her."
"Oh, hi miss Brookes. I'm calling for the job interview you had last week here at Hollywood records. We would like you to come in for a second interview. Can you come in tomorrow at 9.30am?"
"yes, no problem. Thank you."
They both hang up.
Sawyer couldn't believe it. She was one of five people from dozens who got chosen for a second interview. It was her dream to work for a famous record label and she was just one interview away from that dream. Immediately her mind started to run through her wardrobe. What would she wear? It had to be classy and trendy, but she still needed be herself. She'd definitively wear a long skinny jeans, probably a dark blue one. Shoes weren't so difficult to choose either, her black sneakers were perfect and very easy to match everything. About accessories she needed to think a little but she quickly decided to wear her triquetra necklace, a very standard watch and her two favorite leather bracelets. One she got for her birthday a couple years ago from her best friend and the other she got from her… She interrupted her own thoughts and walked into her bedroom towards her closet. Now she only needed to decide which T-shirt she would wear. After ten minutes just staring into her closet she gave up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
" I'll find something tomorrow," she thought.
Sawyer changed into her purple checkered pajama pants and a white thank top and tossed her clothes on a chair next to her closet. She stepped into her queen-size bed, turned out her night light and went to sleep. All though it took her a while to fall asleep.
07.30am and Sawyers alarm clock started singing 'Vacation' by Simple plan. Sawyer search for her cellphone with her eyes closed and put it off. Slowly she sat herself straight and opened her eyes. It always takes her a minute or two before her brain starts kicking in.
"Okay, time to wake up now Sawyer" she said to herself and with that phrase she threw her legs out of bed and stood up. She opened her half long green black striped curtains. The sun stood on the other side of the building in the morning so she saw the big, long shadows from the buildings around. She walked to her closet and stared at it like last night. This time she took a shirt out. It was a white loose shirt that was wide on the shoulders and it had some color changes near the bottom of the shirt. She started to put her jeans on and remembered her only white bra was still lying in the laundry basket.
"Damn it."
She walked out of her room and knocked the door down the hall. She opened it and stuck her head through the opening.
"Hey, Caillee. Can I borrow one of your white bra's?"
Caillee was Sawyers roommate. They met at Los Angeles College of Music where they shared a dorm room at the campus of their school. When Caillee and Sawyer both graduated 3 years ago they were determined to find a place they could share and they were lucky enough to have find that place. It wasn't like either of them had a fixed relationship.
Sawyer, who was still hanging half way through the open door, didn't get a response from her roommate.
"Caillee," she spoke a little louder.
"Heu, what, where…?" Caillee woke up confused.
"Can I borrow one of your white bra's," Sawyer repeated, "mine is still in the laundry basket."
"Yeah, sure. Take one out of my closet."
Sawyer entered the room, stepping barefoot on the fluffy pink matt. Her roommate loved pink but because Sawyer wasn't so crazy about the color, they agreed to not put any pink in the common rooms.
Sawyer opened the drawer where Caillee kept her underpants and her bra's. She grabbed a white bra and closed the drawer again. On her toes she left the room because Caillee had fallen asleep already and Sawyer didn't wanted to wake her again.
She quickly put on the bra and her shirt she picked out and went into the bathroom to brush her hair.
"Loose or ponytail?"
A Loose ponytail. Sawyer didn't have very long hair but just long enough to make a loose ponytail so her hair would stay out of her face a little. She put on her accessories and done.
Now she was finished with her clothing, she could eat some breakfast. She took a bowl out of the kitchen cabinet and a spoon out of a drawer. She picked up the box of cheerios and let them fall into her bowl. After putting the box away again she picked the strawberry drinking yoghurt out of the refrigerator and poured it over her cereals.
At 8.20am she finished her breakfast and decided to leave already. It was just a half hour drive to Hollywood records but she was sure she could use the extra time. It was always very crowded on the road this hour in the morning and she wouldn't want to be late at her job interview. So she got her keys, locked the door behind her and went to the place where she parked her car yesterday. And off she went, on the way to her big dream.