Say what?
Cleaner. Nah. Dancer. Ha, no. Hairdresser. No. Designer. No. Lifeguard. No. Doctor. No. Teacher. No. Babysitter. No. Dog Groomer. No.
I'm never going to find a job. After moving out of my parent's house because....
'I'm independent now!' and that 'I'm old enough to take care of myself!' I decided... well was forced to...okay told to get a apartment, get a job and be independent.
So now I live here, with my friend Caitlyn. No money, No-one to cook for me or Clean for me. I'm independent. Great...
I turned the page to look at more jobs. Receptionist. Nah. Police Officer. No. Pizza Delivery. No. Young male actor wanted. No, I'm a girl. Therapist. No. Wait a minute.
I pulled the paper off my lap and read it carefully.Personal Assistant wanted for Connect 3's Nate Francis. Interviews held on the 09/10/08 at 3:00pm.How hard can the job be? Getting Coffee, Easy! I'm glad it's for Nate, he seems so calm and cool, same for Jason but Shane. He seems like an arrogant, stuck-up, Irritating, Ungrateful 'rock star'.
I picked up my phone and called Caitlyn, she was at work. "Hey Caitlyn! I'm going to an interview for a Personal Assistant!" I told her.
"Really? That awesome! When?" she asked me sounding happy.
"The 9th, at 3:00pm"
"Err, Mitch. That's in an hour." I looked at the clock. 2.10pm.
"Ohmygod! Okay, wish me luck!"
"Goodlu--" I hung up before she could finish her sentence. I jumped up and ran into my bedroom. What do I wear? I pulled out lots of clothes before I found what I was going to wear. I ran into the bathroom and had a shower. Then a few minutes later I came out wearing, a blue top and skinny jeans. I quickly found a jacket and put it on. 2.45pm.
I walked to my car and quickly drove to where the interview was. When I got there, there was at least 200 people queuing up to be interviewed. I sat down in a chair and watched as endless people came in and out of the room. 3:35.
A small lady with brown hair came up to me. "Name please." I looked up from my magazine, "Mitchie Torres." She scribbled something down and moved on to the next person. I waited for ages, 4:15. There were lots of different people there. There was this one girl carried out by security because she hugged Nate and wouldn't let go. I rolled my eyes as I saw here being carried pass me screaming "I LOVE YOU NATE!". There was one women she looked like she was in her 30s, she was being over-assistant-y, Nate went to take a sip out of his water but she insisted on helping him.
4:45. I was getting so bored, so I pulled out my songbook and started writing. "Mitchie Torres!" I looked up and saw a man pointing to the interview room. I stood up and put my songbook in my bag and made my way into the room.
Nate stood up and shook my hand. "Nate Francis." then another 3 people shook my hand. "Mitchie, is it?" I nodded and sat down. "So, tell me a bit about you?"
"Err, well I've just moved into an apartment with my friend Caitlyn. I have finished school and need a job." I told him he whispered something to the man sitting next to him.
"Right, so you know working for us is going to be stressful?" Us? I thought it was him?
"Err," I stuttered. "yes, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle working for you."
"Okay, so is this your first job?" Nate asked looking at me from across the table.
"No, I worked at Barney's last summer." I said then realised that sounded stupid.
Nate laughed when he saw my face. "No, that's fine. So any hobbies?"
"Well, I do write songs." I said looking at my bag. Nate's eyes lit up. "Really, can I see one?"
I opened my bag and pulled out my yellow song book. "Here. They're not great." I passed it over to Nate. He read them and smiled at me. "No, These are really good." He passed it back and whispered to the man again. "Okay, well thanks for coming." I frowned.
"Th-That's it?" I asked worried that it went badly. "Yep! Nice meeting you Mitchie." He smiled. I shook everyone's hands again and left the room. I sat down and waited for everyone to go in.
6:47. They called everyone into and room. And Nate gave a long speech about how everyone was great. "So we have come to a decision. When I saw her she like a happy, bubbly person. She seems nice and a great match for this job...."
I sunk down in my chair. That so wasn't me, I was a unqualified, 17-year-old teenage girl who kicked out of her house, because I had implied that I didn't want to live there any more.
".... And that person is... Err..." He grabbed a piece of paper and read off of it.
"...Mitchie Torres."
Say what?
A/N : It's kinda short and rubbish but
I promise it will get better.
It will me Smitchie, just wait.
I just needed to get it started off and then I can start with the fun and drama :)
You may be confused about the whole 'Nate's PA' thing but in the next chapter it will make sense. :)
Disclaimer: I own Zip, Nada, Nothing. Expect the Idea. No characters... So far.