Eddie
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21st February 2018 around 7:30pm ish
Hey Mr. J
How are you, well I'm okay I guess. I woke up today thinking why am I not dead yet? I think I've been thinking about that for how long now.. umm I have no idea. I looked up to the ceiling hoping God would get my small request...whatever it is the rest of the morning was the usual.. you know.. check my emails.. texts.. twitter.. then I went to have a bath.. brushed my teeth.. ate breakfast ..changed into work clothes and oh yeah today I changed my shirt, wore a black one. Then I got out of the house, onto the driveway and good ol' Johnny was already waiting there with his big ass smile, sometimes I wonder how does he always look so happy, how is he always so happy although my paycheck is bigger than his. Whatever may be the reason I'm on the way to work now... so I'll get you updated later..
Eddie over and out.
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"Have a nice day sir" Johnny said as he opened the car door. " You too Johnny" I replied, but mine wasn't so enthusiastic. I knew how my day at the company would start the moment I walked it. Michael would run to me with tons of paperwork. Samantha would try to flirt by showing off her big pair of breasts and although it was fun at first because at least I got some 'visual' but now it's just boring. And on the way to my office there would be the interns, the assistants, the artists etc trying to work their way through talking to me , but luckily I always have my earphones on and my fake side smile to do the all the talking. And yes that's exactly what happened. I got through the the first task of the day and walked straight into my office.
I recently fired my assistant because he was asshole. A complete asshole . I tried to be friends with him but he just took advantage of the entire situation and was always late to work and never gave a shit about the stuff I told him to do.
"So you ready to meet her sir?" I turned around and it was my receptionist, Janice. "I'm sorry what?" "Your new assistant!". Okay new assistant, no one told me I was getting one, oh wait yup Charlie from the A&R already told me. " Oh wait crap" I blurted " I forgot about it, totally... umm sure why not.. I'd like to meet her." "Should I tell her to come in sir ?" . "Yes, yes please do, please...yes" I answered. For some reason I was nervous, I started getting thoughts like what if she's like the old assistant , or what of she's the kind who tried to flirt everyday or worse the old grandma who is super strict when it comes to discipline. I fixed my tie and my hair and sat on my chair while trying to adjust my legs underneath the desk. I was never much of a 'boss' figure so I was so freaking nervous to meet this new assistant and as I heard the sound of shoes walking towards the office door, my heart was racing, not to sound dramatic, but I'm serious, I was so scared and you can imagined when I heard the sound of the door opening....
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Chelsea
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( the previous day i.e the 20th of February 2018 )
" Chelsea...Chelsea...?" she heard her mom coming from a mile away. She had a hunch that her mom had come to wake her up. Chelsea was a lazy person, a girl born wrong. Although she was a girl, she was sure she was born with the genes of a proper man. Other than the fact that she liked boys and that she prefered long hair , everything part of her characteristics belonged to a proper guy. But today was different.
Today was her interview , the interview for her first job, and not only that , she was interviewing to be some recognized songwriter's assistant who has written songs for artists like Daphne Kerr, and who is working with one of the most renowned record labels ever , TYMR ( pronounced timer ) Entertainment Industry , which has been running for almost 20 years. So although she was born a sloth, today she super active... she woke up at seven, which was four hours earlier than her usual timings.
Her mom had always had a problem with her timings, she was not at all punctual, one of her greatest flaws and her younger sister on the other hand was always on time , so it made it even worse for Chelsea because she probably gets compared to her sister at least a thousand times a day. Whatever it is, although she was already awake and her eyes were open, she was just on the bed talking to her pillow , waiting for her mom to actually come and wake her up , I guess it's become a habit.
" Chelsea ! " her mom shouted. " God, Chelsea get your arse out of your bloody bed and go get ready for your bloody interview " she continued. " God mom, can't you for once just shut up and let me do what I have to do on my own, I'm 20 you know " Chelsea rolled her eyes as she removed her clothes and moved to the bathroom " But you act like a damn five year old.." her mom replied. Chelsea gave up, she didn't want to fight with her mom on the most nerve-wracking day ever.
She took only five minutes to finish having a bath. Told you she was like a man , does not really spend her time in the bathroom much, especially for bathing.
" You're already done..? " her mom exclaimed when she realized the she hadn't even started making breakfast and while she was shouting and complaining about Chelsea to the walls, Chelsea was already done. Chelsea was also a man when it came to dressing, she never bothered to waste time in picking out clothes from the wardrobe, so it took her less than two minutes to pick out a pair of black jeans, white shirt not t-shirt, a leather jacket and her favorite pair of combat boots and covered her forehead with her bangs/fringes to look more like a female rock artist from the 80s.
The moment she went to the dining hall, she was sent back to her to room to put on a pair of earrings and wear a scarf or a muffler to 'at least' look like a girl.
By then her sister, Catherine had also gotten ready to go to school and once Mrs.Perfect was awake, then the complaints and the bickering would start. Well that's was Chelsea's usual morning routine.
" Okay hurry up now ,this breakfast is gonna get cold... Chelsea!" "I'm coming, I'm coming God!..you're the one who told me to go and 'look like a damn girl' " Chelsea shouted back at her mom.
" God mom, I'm nervous as hell, and yet here you are increasing the stress that I already am under" Chelsea had now reached the 'it' point. And had it been any other day, her mom would have probably brought the entire roof down but today...
" sorry honey, I'm sorry you're right, I didn't mean to stress you out, but it's just that, you're 'you'...get it? " "yeah you're a weirdo" Catherine added to the entire insulting yet nice conversation and description about her.
Chelsea smirked and sighed "oh well, thanks I guess ? " "yeah you're right I'm just a little stressed out" and then her step dad came from behind and kissed her on the forehead and said "You'll be alright kiddo, you'll be alright" . "Thanks dad..""alright gotta get going, interview is at nine" and it was already eight am.
Her step-dad dropped her and her sister off to their respective destinations.
Before she entered the building, she looked at the big sign "TYMR Entertainment Industry since 1998" she sighed as she looked and imagined how her life would be if she actually got the job, working as the great 'Eddie Lee's assitant' . She took a deep breath , closed her eyes and prayed under her breath ' God help me. Amen. ' and walked in. She took a glance at the entire decor of the interior and that increased her stress and pressure. She walked up to the reception and when she opened her mouth , NOTHING. CAME. OUT.
"Ma'am, can I help you" ...she looked at the ceilings and everything was blurry. She stammered " ...ummm.. umm... interview ? " "The interview for Mr. Lee's assistant? " the receptionist questioned. "Yes" Chelsea hesitantly replied. " Don't worry, you'll be alright..third floor... you'll see the signs..all the best" "Okay.. thank you..." and she walked towards the elevator.
The third floor had alot of pictures of the most famous of artists and Grammy moments and Billboard chart toppers lining up the walls. She walked where the signs pointed her to go.
She saw the line of people waiting to get themselves interviewed and she kept praying to herself 'God help me... God help me... God help me..." and she was the upcoming candidate.
It took two whole minutes before the previous candidate finished and while she was lost in her own world of nervousness "Chelsea Woods" ...'Oh God... here goes shit' ..."yes, that's me " ...she answered " well you're next, all the best " .."Thank you.." and she entered to see three people sitting inside, behind a wooden table with their hands folded and a notepad and a pen. ' I'M FUCKED'...she thought herself before she said " Good morning "
"Please enter.." one of the interviewers asked her to come in and sit on the chair that was in front of the table . As she sat down, a thousand thoughts were running through her head, she was thinking about how she was going to nail this interview, weather she should talk about her achievements, her graduation, her relationship status.....
"So, Chelsea....say anything.... " the interviewer spoke again. Anything...? What do you mean by anything...? " umm well I'm a Yale graduate and I'm still waiting for my results to the entrance exam I gave for Cambridge which I applied for the next semester....umm.... what else? I have one sister and I live with my mum and my step dad.... " she replied, like a train behind schedule.."No we don't want to know all of that, ain't that important, just say something.... " she was shut for a minute, and thought to herself again... 'what the fuck do these people mean by 'say something'? ' .."Chelsea...?" she called again. 'Shit' Chelsea was now so sure that she screwed this up and accidentally blurted
" something ! " and she knew this was the cherry on top of the cake of disaster and lost hope in herself ....and " Good! " the interviewer replied. Chelsea was shocked, she said 'something' nothing great "Pardon ?" . "You replied correctly, we asked you to say something and you did, you said 'something!' which is the answer we were looking for..." the interviewers smiled as if they were satisfied by the interview. " Seriously I thought I messed it up...great thanks". " Thanks to you, we've been waiting for that answer, I mean we're a record label, we're no "Cambridge University " we're not looking for the next Einsteins, we're a talent hunt industry and we don't really give a shit if you haven't the got the brains , just as long as you know how to sing, act, write music... etc etc... and you're here interviewing for the job of an assistant...which requires a lesser number of qualifications" . 'That was degrading' Chelsea thought but anyways she was glad about the fact that they were happy about how she was doing and her confidence level increased. "Now tell us what do you look forward to if you got the job ?" the interviewer continued. "Well... " Chelsea started " Like I mentioned earlier I was actually waiting till the time I get to join Cambridge back in London..." "Sorry to interrupt but you're actually British ?" the interviewer asked "... and that's not a fake accent? " . " Yes , I am , my family and I moved to America to live with my step dad about seven years ago" Chelsea added to the conversation and the interviewer continued "Right... okay finish your reason..." Chelsea continued " as I was saying , till the time I get into Cambridge , that is if I get in, I wanted a work experience, you know, partly to understand how work life actually works and mostly because I don't want to waste my time doing nothing and because I like entertainment , so I thought 'why not?', I mean an assistant of a songwriter, that's huge. " ..."Well that makes sense... so you'll be okay with sitting up till nine-10 ish to work under someone and be there where ever he goes when ever he needs you" the interviewer looked right at her as if waiting for her to say something mind-blowing that would send her to Mars directly ..."Yes" Chelsea stuttered "I mean yes, if that's what the job requires then.... I'm willing to take the risks that comes along with it " ...
The three Interviewers wrote something in their notepad and kept looking up at her every few seconds and after a few minutes "okay, thank you Miss Woods, we'll let you know by tonight " ..."Okay thank you.. " Cheese shook their hands and left the room and on the way to the elevator, wished a fellow candidate all the best and left the building which held the memories of the most dreadful moments of her life. ....
"So how was the interview? " her mom asked over the phone which was in conference with her sister and her step dad and her friends, basically the entire clan that was behind her in getting a job "well....I have no idea... I don't know, I mean although they sort of said that I said the things they were looking for... but so far I have no idea ..." she replied and she could hear from the other side her step dad saying "it's gonna be alright.. " which was second by her mom, her sister and her friends and her neighbor( why was she there ? ).
" Okay I'm on my own way home now " "I'll talk later okay bye... " and she ended the conversation. When she reached home she went directly to her bedroom and jumped on the bed, removed her boots, pulled the blanket and went to sleep.
She woke up at around seven in the evening and went to greet her mom and sister because she hadn't seen them the entire day.
While her mom was making dinner, her sister and her were watching television peacefully whicj was disturbed by the sound of the acoustic version of 'Layla' by 'Eric Clapton' which was her caller tune. Before picking it up she saw that the number was saved as 'hope fully first job' and shut her mom who was singing in the kitchen and told her sister to lower the volume of the television. " Wait it's the job...." she shouted at her mom and her mom ran to the drawing room and both her sister and mom sat next to her like eager dogs waiting for a dog treats. She picked up the phone and she heard the familiar voice of her interviewer " Hello.. is this Chelsea Woods? " she asked. Chelsea replied " yes, this is her, I mean she, I mean her.. " while stammering until her mom hit her lap. " Yes I'm Chelsea" "Well, Chelsea " the interviewer continued " we're glad to have you on board with us at TYMR , you can start from tomorrowa at 10am . Chelsea jumped out of the sofa " Fuck yes.. fuck... wohhooo..." before realizing the call was still active " oh shoot sorry didn't mean to cuss " and the interviewer laughed " hey kid welcome to the industry that uses words worst than fuck even in the songs they produce, so don't worry , just be here tomorrow. " and Chelsea thanked the interviewer before putting down the phone. Her mom called her step dad and her sister and her started dancing around the coffee table like idiots while Chelsea thanked God under her breath.
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The 21st of February 2018
Eddie
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"Well sir, this is the girl who I told you about, the new assistant" , Janice was standing at the door with a girl who was wearing a white shirt , a pair of black jeans and combat boots, a checked muffler around her neck, with ear rings and hair covering her forehead. She was around 5'4 and she was cute . She looked cool in the outfit she was wearing and she looked as nervous as I was. " Well thank you Janice, please let her come in" She came in and walked towards me and somehow she walks like a guy, was she lesbian? whatever the matter I introduced myself and she did the same and I was surprised by how nervous she was so I told her to be calm I mean I'm just a songwriter but she replied saying " well sir at least you reached the position of a songwriter, so that's something so undeserving of the word 'just' to be used in front of it" ...."so your name is actually Chelsea, like the football team " I heard myself saying to which she replied "yes, like the football team, wait you know the football team..?" ..and I answered saying yes because I was originally a Brit before I moved to America once my father got a job as an actor.
" So sir, what do you need me to do? " she asked, which I was great full for because honestly I ran out of words so her question broke the awkward silence between us to which I replied " well you can start by bringing me a coffee " " what kind sir, or just any is fine ?" " Umm... anything is fine just as long as it's a little amount of sugar in it " and then she left to get my coffee . I was glad that at least I got an assistant who was the kind who asked before doing anything , made my job and my coming days of this career easier....amd after a while, she came back with an espresso with minimum amount of sugar. After I took the coffee, I sent her to her desk with some important emails I had to go through and for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about her outfit. What if she never wore the muffler or the earings.... how would she have looked?.
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21st February around 11 ish.
Dear Mr. J
So today was boring but I got a new assistant. Yay!. She's cute, I mean she's tiny like she 5'4 I guess, but what really caught my eye was her outfit. She wore like an 80s rock female artist and she looked really cool, I guess we'll get along and plus her use of words is really sophisticated, I would say. She brought me coffee after asking me what kind of coffee I wanted which is better than the previous guy who did everything according to his own opinions, so that's a good start , right ? Whatever it is, she seems fine so far. Anyways hope this works out . Anyways gonna sleep now. Byee.
Eddie over and out.
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And as I went off to sleep, a visual of her outfit still remained in my head and I kept on thinking about it. What if I wore like that ?
oh wait
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21st February 2018 ( continuation)
P. S her name is Chelsea like the football team , that is so fucking cool, I wish my name was Manchester, oh and she's British.. more relatable. Anyways bye again.
Update you tomorrow.
Eddie over and out once again
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