~need questions for story interview!!~
~blonde girl at side is Katie~
Monday 7th January.
“Chloe! Get dressed! Your friends will be here soon!!” my mum called from downstairs.
I groaned and rolled out of bed. I walked to my mirror. My hair was a mess, so I brushed it into place with my fingers. Eh, good enough for going to town. I decided to hop in the shower for a quick wash.
I got out and put on a mint coloured polo shirt, a dark blue jacket, light denim shorts.
Hmm, something was missing. Jewellery. I put in pearl studs and silver bangles. I slipped on a pair of grey converse before grabbing my bag and scrambling downstairs.
I heard a car honk outside the house. I kissed my mum’s cheek goodbye.
“Have fun hunny! Don’t forget to get lunch there.” She reminded me, slipping me £20 for lunch.
“Thanks mum,” I stepped outside and got in the car to see my two best friends Jade and Sylvia.
“Hey Chlo,” Jade greeted me, smiling. I replied with a ‘hey’. Today was going to be fun, no doubt.
Let me tell you a bit about me and my besties. So, I’m Chloe, as you have probably gathered.
I’m 17, I’m from a small city near Birmingham, and I have dark brown hair and blue-grey eyes.
I love bands such as The Wanted and One Direction. I also have a major obsession with a group of three singers from Youtube called GMD3. That’s one of the many similarities of me, Jade and Sylvia.
Sylvia has lovely straight blonde hair and dark green eyes. She’s so pretty; I wish I looked like her.
Jade has curly black hair and light brown eyes. She was the oldest of us and she was also the tallest.
Today we were going into town to hang out and catch up. I hadn’t seen them both since they moved down to London together, as they were both 18 already. I was excited for today.
I had only just moved down near them, due to my dad getting a new job as a music producer there.
We decided to shop around for a bit and buy some cool new stuff.
First we headed into Claire’s. I only bought a white lace bow clip and cupcake earrings.
Afterwards we moved on to various other shops, including Topshop. We spent more time here, trying on clothes and getting lost a few times. (which was mainly Sylvia’s fault for wandering off!)
It was now around half twelve, so we decided to get some lunch. We headed to Gregg’s first.
I bought a couple of sausage rolls there, and we went to Starbuck’s to get drinks.
There, I got my usual Mango and Passion fruit drink.
As we walked past the fountain, I dug in my purse to find a few pennies. A penny for a wish, eh?
I threw in a 20p coin and made a wish to myself. Call me childish but I always do.
I didn’t realise a small puddle of water on the side of the fountain and felt my knee slip slightly.
I began to slip, trying to steady myself but in the process looking like a complete idiot.
Just as I was about to fall face first into the water, a felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.
I was pulled slowly away from the water. I turned around to thank him but I only caught a glimpse of his face briefly before he jogged away, earning stares from girls around him.
Why didn’t he stay? I frowned. Thanks, stranger boy.
My friends elbowed me. “What?” I mouthed. They giggled to themselves before dragging me away.
“You’re so clumsy Chlo,” They told me, laughing. Hearing their laugh made me laugh, too.
We clambered back inside the car, where Jade’s older brother sat waiting for us.
“Have a nice time girls?” He asked us. We all nodded in unison and he switched the radio on.
“Yeah, especially Chlo,” Sylvia told him, winking at me. Jade’s brother raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, it’s not every day a hot guy saves you from falling in the fountain!” Jade giggled.
I sighed. I never got to thank him for that. Ah well, maybe I’ll bump into him again.
I opened my eyes, sitting up in my bed before reaching over to look at the time on my phone.
I saw it was half past 11 already. I curled up and tried to drift back off to sleep.
I heard giggling before I was rudely awoke by my 14 year old brother. “Ugh James go back to the tv,”
I closed my eyes again. I felt a sudden sting of cold air against my arms. My covers were gone.
“James!!” I got up, in my usual morning grumpiness. I grabbed some breakfast to eat.
“Found a job yet?” my mum asked. I shook my head. I’m gonna try though, I thought; I smiled at her.
“Maybe you could help your dad?” she suggested. I told her it was a good idea.
My dad came down in his uniform. When I say uniform, I mean a casual plaid shirt and jeans.
“Would you like to meet your new part-time work partner?” I asked.
He started to drink his coffee. He looked confused, before my mum gave him the look.
“So you’re working with me, huh?” I nodded. He told me to get dressed and he’d take me over.
I began picking out a comfortable outfit to wear. I picked out a cute black dress with lace around the shoulders and a bow around the waist. I slipped on some black converse. I did minimal make up too.
I went downstairs to meet my dad. “Be good!” my mum told me before I got in dad’s car.
He began to drive away to the studio. I watched the scenery go by out the window.
When I opened my eyelids, we had arrived at the studio. I stared in shock. It was huge.
I smiled widely, the grand beige brick walls held up shiny metal letters spelling out ‘Kenman Studios’.
I nodded to myself. Made sense, as the boss of the studio was called Phillip Kenman.
I scrunched my nose up, not in disgust, but in a slight… fascination. Music always was a part of me.
“Okay, today a lady is recording an EP, so welcome her like I know you will,” my dad informed me.
As soon as we stepped inside, I was drawn in. It looked so professional. Well of course, Sherlock.
The walls were a deep blue that was slightly faded and the floor was a grey carpet.
Past reception, the floors were laminate wood. I smiled, looking around the place. It was amazing.
“Welcome Miss Holliday,” a friendly but serious woman greeted me. I bowed my head to say ‘hello’.
We entered the recording room just as a young lady about a couple years older entered.
Dad took off his headphones and smiled at her. “Welcome Miss We-” he begun to say.
“Call me Katie, please,” she interrupted. My dad went to the booth. I looked at her.
She was stunning; she had long, straight blonde hair, with ocean blue eyes. Her eyelashes were long, but not overwhelmingly long as if they were fake. Her cheeks were rosy, and her face seemed.. almost familiar, but I had never seen her before. Who is she?
“Hey, Miss Holliday?” she spoke, smiling sweetly. I told her my name. “Pretty name,”
“You too, how old are you?” I asked, to which she responded with ‘19’. I asked her about her music.
“Well I mostly do pop, y’know, maybe a bit of acoustic songs here and there.” She replied.
I joined my dad in the booth. Katie picked up a guitar. It was one of those personalised ones.
She began playing the chords. I listened in. She began to sing. Wow. This girl was talent.
She had a voice like Christina Perri, only a little softer. I found myself smiling, the song was so cute.
She played a few more songs before going to get a hot chocolate and do an interview.
I sat on the swivel chair, spinning around a couple of times, when the woman came in.
“Umm, Andrew?” she spoke cautiously. He spoke to her outside for a couple of minutes.
When he came in, he shifted next to me. “We need an interviewer for a band on Thursday,”
I mumbled to myself, not really paying attention. “I was hoping you’d do it?” he asked me.
I smiled and nodded. Bad decision. I was awkward at talking to people. “Let’s get home,”
He picked up his jacket and put it on, before turning off the lights and walking out. I followed.
When we got back home, I drifted off to sleep before you could say ‘pancakes’.
I went to sleep nervous of how things would go on Thursday. Part of me wanted to prepare for it.
Who am I kidding? The band might not even be that famous! I might find them boring.
Still, it helps to have the experience, right? Damn I couldn’t sleep. I brought my knees to my chest.
I leant over to my notepad, flicked to a new page and took the top off a pen.
First things first, boring questions that need to be asked. Do you like cookies? Random.
What’s your favourite colour? Animal? Tv show? Boring. I sighed. I was rubbish at this kind of thing.
I collapsed back on my bed. I whipped out my phone and sent a text to Jade and Sylvia.
To: Jade & Sylvia
Ok. Interview questions. Got to be original but not too crazy. Ideas? Xx
I put back my notepad and drifted off to sleep again, slightly more relaxed, strangely.