| I woke up very early the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock. I hit the off button. 5:00am. Way too early for me, I�d always been bad at getting up in the mornings. I forced myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from the corners of my eyes. I stumbled towards the shower and blasted myself with cold water to try to wake myself up. I arrived at the little early morning caf� at 6:05am. 5 minutes late. My hands were clammy and I was slightly out of breath from running. Luckily she wasn�t there yet so I ordered some coffee and sat down at a small table by the window to gather myself together. At 6:15 I was still sat alone. I was worried that I must have missed her. If she had been on time she may have left before I�d even arrived. All I could think about was how badly I�d let Karl down and messed up the biggest chance I�d ever had. Just at that moment I heard a voice. �Excuse me. Is your name Victoria Summers?� I looked up. Standing in front of me was a young man. He was maybe about 23 or 4, with longish fair hair that was flopping down over sides of his inquiring hazel eyes. I realised I hadn�t given him an answer. �Yes I am.� I stated. He smiled showing two rows of pearly white teeth and sat down opposite me. �I�m really sorry that I�ve keep you waiting.� He said apologetically. �I�m sorry,� I replied, �but I thought I was to meet a Mrs. Snow�. �You were.� He said plainly. �But last minute she goes and catches the flu, so now you�re stuck with me. I hope I�m not too disappointing for you.� �So you�re doing the article now?� I asked. I could�ve hit myself as soon as the words came out of my mouth. Of course he, he�s just told me so. He didn�t seem to notice how stupid my question was though; he just grinned at me and replied. �Yes I�m afraid so. Don�t worry I�ve been given all the details, It�s not the first one I�ve done, although I was told it was yours?� I replied that it was. �Well don�t worry. I�ll be gentle and help you through it all.� I smiled. �Oh almost forgot, I haven�t given you my name. Richard Johnson. How do you do?� I replied and shook his outstretched hand. �Well we�ve got no time to waste chatting, we�d better be off.� I just nodded and followed him out of the caf�. We got into his car, which was parked outside, and drove to the M.E.N Arena. I still was unsure of what the job was so he filled in all the details on the way. We were to do an article on Westlife�s UK tour. Following them around the country interviewing (him) and drawing/sketching (me) Westlife, the fans, the organisers, and the places in general.I was really excited when I heard what we were to do, as I�d been a fan of theirs for a few years. I wasn�t one of those obsessed fans but I liked their music, and I had all of their albums in my CD rack at home. I only hoped that I wouldn�t make a fool out of myself in front of them. We walked round to the back exit. There was a large group of fans blocking the way. They were shouting, screaming and waving banners and scarves in the air. I soon realised what had got them so worked up, Westlife were at that moment being ushered towards the door, waving and smiling at the fans as they went. �Come on, here�s your pass.� Richard said shoving a small square laminated badge into my palm. He then took hold of my wrist and pulled me through all of the fans. We reached the back door and I lifted the badge up to the security guard who were blocking the door, and after it was closely examined he stepped out of the way and I walked through the door.�I�d put that round your neck if I were you.� Richard suggested pointing to the pass I was still clutching tightly in my hand. �Yeah. Oh course.� I replied, smiling at him. �I guess I�m just a bit excited with this being my first job and everything.��I kinda guessed that,� He grinned at me again and putting his hand on my shoulder ushered me through to a small room. The room was almost empty apart from about 10 chairs that were randomly scattered about. We were the only people in there. |