I looked in the mirror, running a hand through my black hair and threw on my favourite red hoodie after giving it the sniff test, before walking out of my room and into the kitchen. I stretched and let out a big yawn wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, wishing that I could go back to bed.

"What on earth are you wearing?!" Mom questioned, staring at my clothes like I was wearing the most repulsive thing she had ever seen.

"Clothes" I retorted, looking at her like she was out of her mind.

"Very funny. This is too casual to wear to an interview. You don't want to be jobless forever, do you?" she asked, the question and its implications affecting her more than me as per usual.

I shrugged. Personally, I didn't care if I got a job or not. I would be quite content to stay here for the rest of my life, lazing around and doing whatever I pleased, whenever I pleased, but if mom's face was any indication I began to realize that that wasn't an option.

"No" I lied, hanging my head with my best defeated expression. After living with her for 20 years I had turned into quite the actor.

"Alright then. Unfortunately you have five minutes until your interview, so it's going to have to do" She concluded, grabbing the keys and making her way to the garage.

I followed her wearily and got in the car. Why this whole job business was so

important was beyond me. I mean, the world isn't going to end if I don't get a job. I think she needs to sort out her priorities. She should really relax more.

The ride was silent, awkward. I honestly considered throwing the door open and doing a tuck and roll out of the car, but with my luck I die or something, and I didn't want to die today. I opted for the less painful route and took my iPod out of my pocket, put my headphones in, and pushed play, the music blaring to life. They say that everyone has a 'thing', something they're passionate about. Well, mine's music. In all honesty, I don't think I could go a day without it.

Most people, according to my experience, liked music because it had a good beat or just because they liked it. I on the other hand like music because of the lyrics. In my opinion, you can't truly feel a song until you know what it's trying to say. That being said however, I am a purist and prefer whatever mode of playback will give the music the best sound. I mean, what's the point in great voices, lyrics, riffs, and melodies if they're muffled?

Mom pulled into the parking lot and parked the car, turning to me with a smile. She wished me luck and before I knew it I was standing at the door of a large, menacing, building with a sign reading 'Community Airport' on it. I took a deep breath and walked in, unsure of what was ahead.