I was in shock of the fine work the stylists placed on the boys. They all look so dashing and edgy yet charming and fine. The mix of Rock to their genre really does give out the best in fashion sense. They wore clothes that embodies that rock edge they but they all still have their own british style to it
As they all went out, my vision came to a slow-mo. Maybe it was because of their uncomprehending appeal or maybe the designer clothes. But all of which made my world ten times slower by the second.
Zayn was first to come out. He was wearing the white Floyd t-shirt I saw on him earlier. It was layered with a denim jacket with plaid sleeves folded to the elbows. He also kept the fitted-jeans and boots on. He had an emblem belt with a eagle on it to add spark to his attire. His hair was still its fabulous state. He rocked the bad- boy look.
Liam came with his hair expertly waxed to to the side like always yet today, it’s been given a little more shake and texture. He was wearing a leather jacket with strong shoulders and metal detail over a faded blue and white patterned button down with a few buttons undo on top. He was wearing loosely ended pants and black Vans with neo green soles. Saying that he was handsome right now is an understatement.
Harry came out leaping to Liam’s side. I was impress of the dark blue military jacket they placed on him with was undercoated by a black v-neck. He wore a straight cut black jeans with a shine in the finish that were folded in the end to give way to the dark navy blue hiking boots. I may have gotten in a fight with him but this will not forbid me to give him a compliment. Because right now, he could make any girl swirl if he pairs this look with his famous smile.
Niall came out eating some potato chips. I bet the stylists are furious with the idea of food spilling on their creation. He was wearing a gray printed sleeveless with ‘The Beatles’ on it under a thin black hoodie that was topped with a denim jacket. His pants were boot-cut to show a high-cut ‘Americano’ converse which in fact, was in its British version of it so the print was the UK flag. I’m now convince that the stylist were top of the line because Niall is up to the job of being a cool kid even if he still has that cute childish vibe to him.
And then Louis had to walk in. I hate to break to to you but he was the worst of them all. What am I kidding? He is by far the best of the five. He hair was styled suavely by the team. He was wearing a grey cotton long sleeve with diagonally striped print on the center and a fitted dark khaki aviator jacket with elbow patch detailing. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows where the long sleeves were folded over the jacket He was wearing dark straight-cut dry denim jeans with faded honey-combs (knees) and stacks (ankles). He had casual dress shoes that had a laced up front and some funky details.
I was awestruck in my seat watching them cross the room. Zayn being the poser that he is maintained a cool walk to the set while the others playfully teased each other for the clothes.
Niall stopped in front of me and held out his bag of chips.
“Do you want some, Kal?” He offered.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I got some chips from him because I was quiet hungry myself. The sandwich my mom made me wasn’t enough to keep up with work and metabolism and the food here is all health food and diet stuff. In short, not tasty enough for me.
“For a matter of fact, you can have it. I really need to go there before they get mad at me.” Niall gave me the bag with a look on his face that neared to the look Rose had when she was saying her last goodbyes to Jack in the movie Titanic. Tragic isn’t it. Oh well, more for me.
I watched them do their thing in front of the camera. Shot by shot, I can see their personalities reflect through the lenses. Zayn was so concerned of his poses that I could really agree more to people calling him a poser. Niall, Louis and Harry were playful on their between takes but gains the time to compose themselves to deliver the desired photo. Liam was professional on this. He occasionally shows a smile or giggle to Louis’ joke but nonetheless, professional.
After the finished the photoshoot, they were asked to sit down and have with a chat with the interviewer. They sat in a semi- circle to face the interviewer. The interviewer didn’t bring a clipboard so I think she already have the thing stuck in her brain, something impossible for me to do.
She cleared his throat and asked the first question. ”How do you feel about the band’s new perspective on it’s direction, music- wise of course?”
Liam confidently answer. “I think it’s great that we have the band had the opportunity to play on this kind of music. We are planning to give the fans a different side to us.”
“I was told that Harry was a big of this concept. Can tell us why?” She asked.
“When I was young, I was a lead singer of a band. We didn’t really make it like I did today but I will always be a fan of big drum tempos and heavy guitars”
They continued this talked with the others. They were answer seamlessly boring question on the new concept. Basic publicity stuff.
Since I know that these questions are rehearsed, I got bored in my seat so I got to the back. I scanned the hallway and found a comfy red sofa. This was a prop from the previous of this studio. I got myself comfy and relax and listen to Bob Marley’s “One Love”.
Reggae will always remind me of California and it’s beaches. My mom and I shared this fairly big mansion with my grandparents in Malibu. It had the beach on the backyard so I was in the sea for most of time there. I was getting a good start on surfing before my grandparents died. That time my mom decided that it was too lonely to live in a 6 bedroom house with us two alone and you know the rest. It lets me come back to happier times when times are not complicated. I close my eyes to better reminisce the past and before I know it I fell asleep in a cramp position. I always have this bad habit of sleeping with the earphones on. My mom always tells me to stop because it would damage my hearing. But I would rather be deaf because of The Beatles then live another day listening to some other shit on the radio.
After moments of pure nostalgia, I decided to call dreamland to a stop and return back to my reality. I slowly open my eyes and stretch to get up. As I was stretching, my left hand bumped into something. I jolted up to the feeling of hitting someone.
I was shock to see Louis sitting beside the couch. He was sleeping on a sitting position on an armchair which I guess was a prop too. He got one of my earphones to listen to my music. I checked my Ipod and saw that Big Mountain’s “Baby I Love Your Way” was playing. I yawned my way to a sitting position to have a better look at his face. He looked like a baby sleeping. With the little inhales and exhales, I was mesmerized by the being in front of me. I also notice that he changed out of his outfit to a white t shirt and knee- cropped trousers.
I checked my watch to see that it was almost 6:10. Dammit I was out for at least 45 minutes. Fearing my late return home, I woke up Louis. I shook his arm like it was an alarm for a global crisis. He was staggered by the sudden movement that he was practically wide-eye and arm flailing after that.
“God, love. Can’t a guy get some rest?” He argued.
“Why didn’t you wake my up earlier?” Positively worried. Jerking the earphone off his ear.
“You look so peaceful” Rubbing his eyes and stretching his back.
“AArghhhh!” Very articulate of me. “When did the interview finished?” I stuttered out
“Around 15 minutes after you left.” So it was on 4:30 more or less
I was also in shock to know that he notice me live the room.
“But we had a little reshoot and autograph signing so that took up the time.”
“Where are the people?” I asked.
“They are now packing up the stuff for us to leave and after this were done.” Why does he look so cool when I’m freaking out in front of him.
I calmed myself down and sat back at the couch. I took a few deep breaths and thought of coming home is my first priority.
I looked up to Louis and asked him an insanely obvious question. “Why did you end up here?”
” I was tired of everything after the signing so I have to get away from there. I got out and found you here sleeping like a helpless baby.” He acted out the word by mimicking my sleep with his hands in one side of his face. I gave him a “What?” look.
“Oh please! It would be better if you said the truth, I know I look like a complete ass. But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here practically high-jacking my earpiece off my ear.” I stated.
“Don’t degrade yourself. After I saw your sleeping face, I was curious about the Ipod so I checked the song that was on. I was happy to see “Lucky” by Jason Mraz so I did myself the favor of sleeping with you.” He looked like he was honestly tell the truth.
“I must say you have great taste in music.” He added.
I always pride myself on that. I had people compliment me on that matter but never, someone that I just met especially a day.
“Thank you.” I smiled to him.
“Your Welcome, cake.”
“Can you please stop calling me ‘cake’? It’s weird.” I argued since I hate nicknames of sort.
“I think it suits you just fine.” He laughed.
“I really don’t think of myself as sweet.” I thought long and hard about that.
“But your a delight and a surprise to be with and also, really colorful like a cake.” He humored out.
“I don’t honestly get what your saying but I’ll take that as a compliment for now.” I surrendered.
As I was packing up my things, Harry came it right on cue.
“Guys, we need to go now. Everyone is looking for you.” Harry pointed out. I could see him sweating a little. I guess that he was running all over the place.
“We’ll be there” Louis said.
We brisked to the front and could in the van. Louis and I could to sit in the front row. I was sitting beside Zayn who I notice likes to be in the window seat.
Scott decided to go through a Mcdonalds drive-thru to have our dinners since everyone agreed that the set had horrible food. After giving their autographs to the take- out ladies who gashing with excitement, we ordered our food. Scott made faces to the heap of cash leaving his wallet. Everyone else had a mountain of food especially Niall who was practically drowning with french fry packs.I settled for a Chicken burger and some diet coke. I got some fries from Zayn, who was too busy texting someone to even care about food right now so I took the opportunity, and dipped it in the convenient ketchup dipping on my lap.
Louis made everyone laugh with his fries resembling vampire fangs and fake-biting Harry, who was behind him. Everyone had fun with the ride. Laughs and jokes were shared. I was surprise to even have fun with the boys. I really overestimated them. They weren’t that bad after all even Harry who casually make joke to me about Liam motherly behavior and Zayn’s hair product obsessions.
After a while the boys got tired, I know it was from the long day they had and I could say I had a long day myself.
“Hey, Kal. We’ll just drive you to your house since it is already late.” Scott said from the back.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I said turning my neck to see a glimpse of Scott in the back seat.
The rest of the ride was a blurr because My heavy eyelids got the best of me so I ened up sleeping with my head on headrest.
Later, I woke up to see myself in Louis’ shoulder who was also asleep himself. I blushed but that quickly diminished as I looked out the window. I noticed that it was already Victoria outside. Just a few blocks away from home.
I prepared my stuff to my drop when suddenly I hit Louis’ shoulder by accident. He woke up and looked at me with droopy eyes.
“Sorry” I mouthed not wanting to wake him up.
He shrugged back to his seat and whisperly mouthed the words. “It’s okay.”
I smiled at the thought.
The van stopped in front of my house . My house was a three storey townhouse on the high end side of the neighborhood. We could afford this because of my grandparents’ inheritance and my mom’s job which pays an awful lot. I was a modern Mediterranean with beige and marble playfully styled to create a lavish yet warm looking exterior. It had a small garden in front because my mom loves gardening. I personally was also hands-on on the project because my mom thought it was a good idea since we’re the only ones living in the place. I decorate part of the living room and kitchen, and furbished the place.
I got my things and walked out the van passing Louis. I was careful not to hit him again since he was already back asleep.
As I was outside the van holding the door open, I said to the people inside “Goodbye, guys.” knowing that nobody would reply.
As I was about to close the door, Louis sleepily interrupted by saying “Bye.”
I loved the effort of the boy so I waved back at him before shutting the door close.
I was glad to hear that from him since it was the only goodbye I got.
“Bye, Louis.” I said to him smiling and closed the door.
I waited for the black van’s taillight to disappear in the end of the street leading to the main highway before I opened the gate and I got to the door. I looked for my keys since it’s already 10pm so my mom already locked up.
I opened my house to see my mom sleeping in the living room with the TV on. I turned off the TV and gently shook her awake.
“Humpph.” My mom struggled to wake up.
“Mom, you should go upstairs.”
“Ohh, you’re back. Sorry I fell I sleep while waiting for you.” Letting out a couple of yawns.
“I would say that you had a pretty long day. How was it?” She asked.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She hasn’t change from her work clothes. She was out on a long day too like me. No wonder she was sleeping in the couch.
“Okay. Did you eat dinner?” Deliberately prolonging the conversation.
“Yes. Now go.” I pushed her out of the room and into the stairs.
I went to the kitchen to a glass of milk before heading to my room to freshen up. I adjusted the room temperature since the night cold was already getting into me.
I dressed in my pajamas and did a quick look at my blog, updated it and signed out quickly to retire to my bed.
As I was putting the blanket over my head, my phone vibrated in my bedside table. I wonder who would text me now. I found out that it was an unknown number and was hesitant to open it at first but I quickly did though.
“Call me Louie next time” I was wide eyed on those five words. A question surfaced through my head that moment. How the hell did he get my number? I thought later that maybe it was from the application form my uncle submitted to Scott and Scott giving it to them. There are a lot of possibilities yet I tend to overlap them.
I gather myself and replied. “Okay :). I will next time.”
I quickly closed my eyes and rethink the moment but my aching muscles got the best of me so I drifted of to sleep.
I was in the car with all the boys. We were riding a big van with dark tinted windows. Harry sat in the first row with Louis and Niall while Zayn, Liam and I sat in the second one. Scott had the backseat for all himself.
We are on our way to meet up with Nylon for the guys’ photoshoot. It is part of their publicity for their up coming album. I can’t imagine the wonderful clothes the boys are gonna wear. They are so lucky.
As I cut my daydream short and turned to them,I was in a slump to see the boys agitated for some reason. They look downcast. It was not the boys the girls are wailing in the streets. These were different guys.
“Hey, Liam.” I started since he was the nearest to me. This will be the first time I’ll be talking to this guy.
“S’up, Kal.” He replied with a bit of disinterest in his voice.
“How are you guys? You all seem a bit sour or something.” I ‘smartly’ explained
“It’s nothing. We all just had plans this afternoon and it was really a shame that we got booked again. Zayn was really looking forward to it.” Liam shared.
“Ahhh, so that’s the reason.” I let it out in understanding to the situation.
I can see why they are bummed. To be promised something and not fulfilling it in the end will make any teenager more or less would be disappointed.
I kept everything to myself the rest of the trip since they were not in the mood for anything at the moment. I got my trusty ipod again to turn on the tunes. I picked The Fray’s All at Once to lessen my nerves.
After a series of at least 15 songs, we made it to the shoot. The ride was long for us and didn’t do anything to lift the mood of the boys. I also personally gonna consult someone on the seemingly long traffic stops.
We arrived in a studio in the further edge of the city. I was told earlier that the shoot’s theme was edgy street rock. I bet it would look good on Zayn for most part but I still can’t see it on Niall. I always see him a a sweet kinda guy so I really hope the stylists are up for the challenge.
We further got in the place and I find myself in awe of the scene. People oozing with professionalism bouncing off from one corner to another accomplishing their said tasks. I can’t tell you more about the set. The set designers really did a fantastic job with the detailing. They made the studio look like a gig for some small time band. The guitars, the bass and all as props. I can’t simply put this to words but just imagine Scott Pilgrim meets Chemical Romance with the elegance of Queen. The room was colorful but embodies the soul of rock’n roll.
I did a quick thinking and I wonder why a pop band would have this sorta thinking why this theme but moment later, I also remember overhearing a conversation with Uncle Ben and Scott that the band is going into a new direction to get a wider audience and not just a novelty act. If I heard right, they are sorta that taking this rock theme with the mix of their classic ballads and funky tones.
The boys were guided to their own singular changing room in the back so that leaves me alone in front waiting for what surprises the stylists has in store for me.
“Hey, Kal.” Scott called me from far behind. I quickly rushed over him to asses his needs.
“I want you to give this to Louie” I bet that was Louis’ nickname. Scott gave an paper with a list of interview questions in it.
“Okay, sir.” I snatched it from his and was heading over to the back when I turned around.
“Excuse me, sir. But do I have anything to do after this ‘cause I really don’t know what to do afterwards.” I shamefully comply but I should really warn them of my outward carelessness.
“You can take a seat and watch the boys photoshoot.” I said then I turned way back to my direction and started walking.
“And ohh” I heard Scott yelled to my direction so I turned to face him one more time.
“Don’t call me ‘sir’. I’m only 32 years old.” He laughed. I smiled back and gave him a nodding thumbs up.
I walked further back and look for the door that had Louis’ name on it. I was in front of the door and opened the door fast. A glint of the male stylist in a large rack of clothes was the first thing I saw on the far right of the room. As I turn to face front, I was dead.
I was honored with the opportunity of seeing first hand Louis on his underpants and unfinished button down.
‘Fuck’ I thought hard. I froze at my position with my eye wide stricken. Any fan would kill to have a moment like this but all that was running through my head was the utter shittery I was in.
Louis turned to door’s direction and was equally surprise at the event. But seconds after he gathered himself and gave a wicked smirk.
“Like what you see?” He joked with a big smirk still on. Can’t he at least pull those trousers up?
I cleared my throat to gather my dignity and turned my eyes to a sofa chair on my left.
“Scott wants me to give this to you.” I held the papers out.
I heard rustling in the background so I think he already had the chance to pull his pants so that was my signal to look now.
“Thanks, cake.” He took the paper with that damn looped smirk on his face. I inhaled and manage to give him a smiling sign in return humoring him of my embarrassment.
“I have the boys review on this and we’ll have them review this later” He had a dash of humor to his tone.
“I was so sorry to bother you. Really I am.” I blurted out.
“It’s okay. Even though I was wasn’t expecting that, I was could say it was a pleasant surprise for me.” This guy is enjoying my torture.
“And I would say for you as well.” He added. This guy has an inner sadist to him.
I let out an embarrassing laugh and excused myself with the excuse of Scott calling me. I could not take this moment any longer.
“Bye, cake.” Is that nickname gonna stick? Because I never want to be referred as a tasty dessert.
While closing the door, I saw a hint of what I think was a blush for him or maybe it was just a hallucination.
I run down the hallway and luckily, run into the restrooms so I went in to asses my dilemma. I ran into Zayn on my way to the women’s. He just got out from the guy’s. From what I saw, he was still not finished with his get up. He was still on a white printed shirt with words Floyd in the middle. He also was wearing fitted jeans with tattered detailing and loose end boots.
“Are you okay?” He stated. He looked concerned.
“No, I’m perfectly fine.” I said wondering what the hell is wrong with me right now.
“Really? ‘Cause you look a little red to me.” I was in shock of statement. I should really get inside the restroom.
“Don’t worry about me and you have a shoot to worry more about?” I said ending the conversation fast.
“Okay but take care of yourself.”
“I will. Thanks”
Then he walked away.He was not really into this thing from the beginning so I pray more for him because he looked really sad.
I walked in the ladies room to see that it is empty. Maybe the commotion outside really heaped the workload out of here.
I look at the mirror and saw myself red like a radish. That incident with Louis really made a mark on me.
I splash my face with some icy water to cool my head off. This day is really taking a load out of me and it is 4 in the afternoon. I must do my best to stay focus and end the day with a good nod.
After I retouched my makeup, I went out to find a seat in front. I got my Ipod again to relieve some stress.
As thoughts run through my mind, I can’t help but replay the incident in my head. I did a lot of rethinking and I hope this doesn’t make things awkward around us. After giving myself a mental meltdown, I calm myself down.
But around the chorus of the song “Strip” by Chris brown. I can’t help but only think about his amazing physique especially his abs. I’m a sucker for abs. Damn, that boy.
I swear people would see me as a complete lunatic smirking away in seat about nothing.
15 minutes later, the crew called the shot to a start. People were hurrying to their positions as the photographer directed them.
And I could swear their wasn’t any other more dashing entrance. The boys went out oozing with sex appeal.
I stood there looking like a complete idiot. I can’t believe I was made a complete and utter fool in this moment.
“I told you she would be a square.” Harry exclaimed from the back. Before bursting to a laugh again.
Oh, that boy is going down.
They were all think that this is funny. There is only one thing I really hate being. That is being made a fool. I was clenching my fists the whole time that my knuckles turned white.
“Okay, Stop it ,guys. You are all now being rude.” A middle-man commanded firmly. Silencing the rascals. Louis let out a small giggle and adjusted his position near Harry. I was a few seconds to bursting my temper.
The guy walked across the room and offered his hand by which I return the favor.
“Sorry for the lads. They can get a little rowdy sometimes.” He said it with humor but I could tell he was very serious.
I composed myself. Finding the strength to tone down my anger. I really need to take anger management classes.
“It’s okay.” I lied. I forced a smile in my face.
“By the way, my name is Scott. I’m their manager.”
“Nice to meet you, Scott” I kept my good girl act in place.
“So you’re the girl Benjamin recommended about. Pretty lass, you are.”
I let out a laugh but flattery would take you nowhere with me.
“So since you already introduced yourself, there nothing else to say since I think you already know the boys.”
I turned my attention to the boys who were meddling their own business. And one more thing, they looked extremely bored.
A phone started ringing on the studio board. It was Scott’s. He quickly got the phone and look at the caller clearly surprised.
“I have to go out and take this call. I’ll leave you guys here so you could ‘catch-up’.” He spoke as he dashes out the room.
Now I’m left with them. What to do?
I sat on a chair opposite to them and did a quick scan on my clipboard and placed my earphones on to listen to music . It was just to show that I was busy yet clearly I was not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.
After a few minutes, I was wondering what took Scott a long time but I just figured he was out on something really important. I saw shifting shadows in my background but decided to ignore it.
Moments later, I was shocked to see Niall brought up a chair and sat in front of me with his head in the rest and his feet at both sides.
“Hey, Kal.” He started.
I decided to give this one chance to apologize so I could put this all behind us so I took off my earphones and got on with the conversation.
“Yeah?” I tried to look as disinterested as possible.
“The guys and I talked about what we did earlier and I know we were being a bit rude. I came here to apologize for them.”
What a sweet guy. I am definitely gonna go easy on him in the future.
“It’s okay. As long as Harry says sorry.” I raised my voice. Intentionally making Harry turn. Now I got his attention.
“What?” He asked. Playing dumb I see. I’m not going down without a fight.
I stood up and faced him. Looks like I’m gaining momentum in this thing.
“You heard what I said.” I let out sternly.
“I don’t have the reason to.” Oh my God. This is killing me.
“Really? You called me a square and made fun of me. That’s enough reason, right?” I said hoping to sound a bit move forceful. I kept my face straight and away from emotion.
“Don’t you have a sense of humor, woman. It was a joke.” he reasoned it out.
“I do have a sense of humor but I need your respect right now since I’m gonna be working with all of you this summer. So suck it up so we won’t have to do this all summer too.” I gave myself a mental five for that speech.
Liam went to Harry and said “Drop the ego, dude. You’re not doing this again. Remember what we all promised Ben.”
I saw Harry’s flinch caused by the words. I am wondering what that promise what about.
“I’m sorry, Kalliope.” Harry apologized but his eyes wondered like he remembered an awful memory. Even though it was a little bit forced, it definitely took out a lot from him. I guess I would let this slide.
“Fine. I forgive you.” I breathe out a sigh of relief that the drama was over.
“I’m sorry too for overreacting.” I genuinely smiled and let out my left hand to Harry.
He took it with a bit of hesitation but nonetheless, he took it.
“Truce?” I encouraged.
“Truce.” He replied.
“Hey, guys.” I mentioned this to everyone.
“I hope we could all cooperate on this ‘cause I really need all of your respect for me to do a good job.” I added.
“It’s all right, Kal. We understand. Harry can get a bit out-of-hand sometimes. It’s a show an assistant to stand up to him that way. I mean, I love the guy and everything but he is also the youngest. I hope you understand” Louis said maturely and also feel the room agree to what he said. From the corner of my eye, I got see Harry glared at him playfully.
I kinda say Louis’ smile was very genuine. Hey Kal, snap out of it.
“So can we all put this all behind us?” I offered
“Of course.” he shrugged and smiled cutely.
I look at the others and I saw them simultaneously sign with relief. I guess they are not really that bad after all.
My phone rang from my bag. Its tones shock the crowd and broke the atmosphere.
Shit, I got my phone and quickly answered it.
“Hello?” I started trying to sound as professionally as possible. I nodded to the series of instructions Scott had in store for me. I quickly got my clipboard and jotted the commands. I dropped the phone later after it all. In doing so I was left with the stares again.
“So what did Scott say?” Louis asked. Him being the leader and all.
“Guys, your publicist just called Scott that you will be doing a photo shoot with the magazine Nylon today. He said you will all be needed in 15 minutes. A car will pick us up from here..” I stated.
“But I thought we were free this afternoon.” Zayn said as he was still sitting on the couch. He looked sad for some reason.
“Orders are orders. Sorry guys.”
“It’s okay we’re used to it.” Zayn mentioned. I could feel the weight of those words on him.
I still had a couple things to work out with Scott so I picked the phone and started arranging the minor details.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the boys frustrated from the latest news.
I could see something going on here and well, I have this whole summer to find out.
“Tomorrow is gonna be a sunny day with 30% chance of rain.” The weather man stated it with great perplexity even though his sentences were bright and witty for a 6 year-old to understand. I guess that talent comes with the job.
“Kalliope, could you get my phone. It’s in my room ” I was bummed to hear my mom’s command from the kitchen.
She making dinner today since I made yesterday. We take turns in doing the household chores because my mom doesn’t want to hire house help since she thinks it ‘s a waste of money.
I got up my very comfortable and rushed upstairs. Thankfully my mom’s room was the nearest to the stairs. I opened the door and scanned the room to find a trace of the said gadget. I easily found it on top of my mom vanity table. After that I went downstairs.
“Hear you go, Selmy.” I handed her the phone.
I sat a bar table settled beside the kitchen island. I grabbed one slice of fried chicken right across me.
“Kal, could you please call me by ‘Mom’?” Mom snarled
“It’s a cute nickname.” By the way her real name is Selima.
“But I still want my baby girl.” Mom baby-talked.
“Mom, I’m 17 years old. Really?”
She laughed. “But you act like a 7 year-old.” Then she glared.
“Ouch!” Putting my hand in my chest for added drama.
“Run along before you finish supper before it even started.”
I walk away from the kitchen. Guess she was right about me finishing the food.
My mom and I have a weird mother-and-daughter relationship. We respect each other to the point that we treat each other as equals. She would always ask me for my opinion on whatever she’s doing and I do the same vice versa. My mom also single handedly raised me. My dad was my mom’s boyfriend when they still in high school but when she got pregnant on her senior year. He left her. What a douche. Ever since then my mom told me that story, I’ve gain to respect her even more.And another thing we have in common, we don’t guys that easily. Ever wonder why my mom never remarried.
It took my mom about 15 minutes to finish cooking dinner. She later asked me to set the table with her. She place the food well after that. We prayed and ate our dinner in peace. Peace, I mean, is gobbling the food down. I was so hungry.
“Hey, your Uncle Ben called.” Mom broke the silence.
“Really? What for?” Before devouring another slice of chicken.
“Remember the favor you asked him about the internship.”
Uncle Benjamin was a known producer in London. He recorded with a ton of artists. I asked him for a job as an assistant manager for Adele but I know that was long shot. I love her music and music itself. I just really love the idea of working in that industry.
“The one I asked a year ago?” I sarcastically implied ‘cause this was a long time coming.
“Yeah that. You got it and you did not get it.”
I gave her the most thoughtful “HUH?” This woman is confusing the hell outta me.
“He said you will be working with that group called One Direction”
Her words echo through me. All I could think about was screaming fans, accents and worst, boyband. I really don’t have a thing about them. I like Westlife, Backstreet Boys and other bands but the screaming girls frightens me to an extent.
I was silent for at least a minute before my mom snapped me out.
“Who are these kids?” Mom asked. Definitely concerned
“Let’s just say I’ll be babysitting five boys.” I smiled with sarcasm in every corner.
My phone vibrated stubbornly in bedside table which clearly woke me up. I shifted my body to face my bedside table and check the clock. 5:30 am. Who the hell is texting me in this ungodly hour?
I rubbed my eyes open, stretch a little and reach for my phone with a scowl.Wow, I just received a message from my dear Uncle Ben.
“Good Luck on your first day of work!”
Dammit! Today is the day I’ll start on my first ever summer job. I snooze for what I thought was 30 minutes. I composed myself for what’s about to come.
I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom.God, I really hate early mornings. I got off my clothes and walked in the shower. I turned on the hot shower and gently rubbing the soap to my body. The shower for me is not only a place to take care of your hygiene but also, think of things to come. It is like a meditation space.
So today, I will not only look after five boys but I will also, in the other hand, need prove to my uncle that I am up for the job. I also need to show my mom that I could be independent too.Coming from a single parent relationship, I guess it was part of me.
My mom and I moved to London 5 years ago. It was because my mom got this recommendation from Uncle Ben as an art exhibitor. Uncle Benjamin is my mom’s brother that made a very good business as a producer in London. I took this chance with her since I’m the only family she’s got after my grandparents died a year before. My mom always tell me that this will be a fresh start for me and her. I have to admit we left few scars in America. I could say she love’s her job. She comes home almost everyday with the phone on her ear to check for the paintings and venues up for reservation for the next exhibit. It is pretty cool what she does actually. She have at least a week of stress yet in the very end, she produces magic. That’s where
For me, moving was a bit rough on me since I have to live my friends in California. I miss Lace, Radford, Taylor, Mai, Veer, Sam, Allen and a whole of them so much. I miss the sun in my face. London is mostly cloudy or if not, raining. That is such a bummer. I miss it all so much but I got to be here for my mom. I owe her an awful lot.
I got out of the shower and got dressed. I settled with a white peplum shirt, jeans and some pink flats. I rather stay comfy today then deal with an awful lot of pain just for fashion. I went to my vanity table and airbrushed my long wavy chest brown hair. I always think I got this from my dad since my mom has straight ebony hair but I’ll never know ‘cause he left my mom a long time ago. I place light make-up. I didn’t place eyeshadow since my hair complimented my dark auburn eyes. I always wonder how my father looked. It is just so odd that my mom has her Spanish look from her grandparents who were Spanish immigrants while I have fair skin and all. My mom is beautiful and exotic. I would be overjoyed to even look a part like her. My dad was stupid for leaving her. He is awfully missing a whole lot.
When I was done, I got my bag and my phone. I did a quick look through my bag to see if I have everything I need then I stampede myself downstairs.
“Kal, I made you a sandwich for your lunch” Mom said from the kitchen.
I ,later, found the sandwich on top of the dinner table. “Thanks mom”
I went over to her and gave a kiss on the cheek. “Goodbye,mom”
I never pass a chance to say goodbye because after what happened to my grandparents. I now think that nothing last forever so better say goodbye if you have the chance.
“Bye,Kal. Good Luck.” Mom replied.
I went out of the house and walked two blocks north to catch a bus for Mayfair. The drive takes me at least thirty minutes since I live in Victoria and the traffic. All through the ride I was half sleep because the nerves last night gave me a hard time to sleep. I jolted up when I saw that I was nearing my destination really quick.
“Farton Street. Please.” I shouted from the back.
The bus stopped at the bus stop on that street. I climbed out the bus and started walking to my uncle’s office. It was a short walk from the bus stop so arrived there rather quick. In front of the establishment, I took a deep breath. Fearing the unknown after I walk in these halls.
“This is it.” I whispered.
The place from the outside was peculiar in way ‘cause rather than having a corporate style to it had a sense a vintage style to it like what you see in french mansions and palaces. I turned the knob which rang a bell on top of the door which signaled that someone was in. My uncle always has a taste for details. The inside had a comfy feel to it. White Paneled-walls and carpeted floors. It also captures the elegance of the English culture.
I went to the front desk lady, Anne and asked for my appointment.
“Good Morning, Anne. I have a meeting with Uncle Ben today.”
“Oh yeah! I’ll inform him right away.” Anne beamed. She is now working for my uncle for 3 years now since the last one resigned to start her own family.
She was 35 years old. Typical English rose. Beautiful with the hint of elegance but I could tell the stress have gotten to her.
I sat on the waiting couch opposite to her counter. It was rather comfy with the feathered pillows and all.
After Anne informed uncle that I’m here. I smiled at her and she gave me the thumbs up.
“Good luck, lass.” She added.
I walked through a series of corridors and doors to end up in a dark mahogany double-door. I placed my hand on the knob but before I turned it, I pray solemnly so some grace. I walked in my uncle’s office and was greeted with a hug from my favorite uncle.
“Hi, child. It has been a long while. How are you?” He stated.
My uncle was well on forties. You can see the Spanish heritage in him. He had black hair like my mom with a little dark highlights in the sunshine and tanned yet beautiful skin. He was a foot and a half taller than me. he has a skinny built but I would say for a man at his forties, he actually looked good.
“Quite good actually.” I let out a forced smile to divide attention from my shaking hands which I placed one on my bag and one on the side of the body.
“It really is a joy to see you around. Come sit.” He guided me to sit in front of his gigantic desk. The room itself was oozing with posh. My uncle crossed the room to sit on his chair-slash-throne in the opposite side.
“So here is your memo on what to do and all the important guidelines for this job” He handed me a clipboard while at it.
“Thanks.” I received it. I looked through the papers and scanned to be prepared for any precaution.
To tell the truth, I’m really good at handling kids. I was bad at it. When this job came to me, the nerves started kicking in. I still remember when I was told to babysit my baby cousin, I ended up shouting ‘cause he won’t stop crying. Even though five teenage boys are slightly different. I tend to have a hard time trusting guys after what happened to my parents. I only let a few guys in my life and I trust them you all my heart.
“So where exactly are the boys?” I finally gathered the courage to ask him.
“They in the Studio 3 recording a song. I would introduce you to them when they are done with the new song.”
“Thanks but I could see your really busy. I think it is better if I introduce myself.”
“Are you sure? It is really not a hassle.” He asserted.
“I’m fine.” I was saving myself a few dignity upon doing this since having my uncle accompany me would be rather lame.
I got out of his office and marched right to studio 3’s front door. I could hear faint sounds from the other side of the door. It is hard to make up the song but I could tell it was beautiful. I waited for the song to stop before I make my grand entrance.
As the music stopped, I braced myself while opening. After I shut the door close, I was met with the stares of five pairs of eyes. They look at me with great curiosity. They were all sitting in the couch just staring at me.
I decided to break the ice and waved my hands and shameful introduced “Good Morning, guys. My name is Kalliope Stern. I’ll be your new assistant manager. It is my utmost pleasure to be working with.”
Okay, that came out really awkward. What was I thinking?
I was met with silence. It was deafening.
I heard a small giggled from Louis which quickly spread to a wildfire of laughter from the boys.