"So, Becca, have you had any manager experience before today?" the interviewer, Mr Taylor asks.
"Um, yes, I've managed one or two bands and a few individuals before," I smile.
"That's great. Now we do have a band that's just lost their manager," he says, scanning through mountains of paper work.
"What happened?" I ask, interested in knowing what I shouldn't't do with this band.
"He got married, went on his honeymoon, and they decided that they wanted to live there. Nothing too serious, but this band is beginning to sink into the world of the unknown, we need you to pick them back up, Miss Love."
"Of course, Mr Taylor. Now then, is there a name on this band and are they known worldwide?" I ask, getting out my notebook.
"Umm... they've been very successful worldwide, but as I said, they're down in the dumps right now. The name of the band is McFly."
"Hey, I've heard of them!" Candice says when I come home after getting a few more information from Mr Taylor.
"You have?" I ask.
"Of course! They used to be my heroes! Somehow they just disappeared in my life," she shrugs. "So, this Mr Taylor, was he cute?" she wants to know.
"Candice!" I laugh.
"What? I deserve a date now and then!" she says.
"Well, he was good looking, not as good looking as James obviously! Around twenty-five maybe?" I tell her and she instantly looks interested. "He's coming over with the band tomorrow, that's your chance, babes," I grin.
Candice is very good with boys, she is pretty and has a great figure, and I bet she has been on at least a hundred dates since she was twelve.
"Yay! Thanks, Becca!" she squeals and hugs me tightly.
"Hey, don't thank me yet! Once he agrees to go out with you, then you can thank me," I smirk.
"What? You don't think he'll agree to go out with me?" Candice says dramatically.
"Well, he's older than you, much more mature, and let's face it, he's smart and you're no."
"Hurtful! I am smart! I just haven't shown it to anyone yet," she says quietly.
I laugh. " Don't worry babes, nobody will ever turn you down," I say and hold her hands.
"Thanks Becs," she smiles and walks out of the living room, leaving me and the television alone.
I sot and wonder about McFly. Mr Taylor, or Owen as he told me to call him, spoke very nicely about McFly, but I keep thinking about the bad things that he didn't't tell me. What if one of them is a drug dealer? Or what if all of them are alcoholics? Maybe their music stink, or maybe they're some pretty boy band that I hate. I keep thinking if managing this band is a good idea. I've only managed a couple of bands before, and they've all been terrible or just too good. But I am a type of girl who worries throughout her life, so I'm used to panicking and stressing out over a bunch of crap.
