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OOC: No probs, lol. PS. Did you mean to talk about "coming out" in the first paragraph like three times, given recent SYNCO history :P
As April stands and follows Layla, she smiles a little. Was it a positive that she had come to fetch April on her own? All the other people had been fetched by the receptionist, and that made April feel like she was perhaps special, even if she wasn't. "Thank you...uh...Ms Sanchez," she says in her cute Canadian accent. She wasn't sure if it was too familiar to just call her Layla, so she played it safe and continued to follow her into the room.
When she walked into the room, April felt a second of calm. She was qualified and she was good at every job she had done so far, so she had no need to be nervous at all, right? Right. She walked in with a slight air of confidence, but it was mere seconds before the mere sight of all of SYNCO sitting there knocked all of that right back out of her. They were clearly lovely girls, but with all of them behind that big desk, they seemed so intimidating. And they were famous. April was always nervous around famous people. Who was she even kidding thinking she would be able to do this? When Nicole speaks, April's eyes dart towards her and she smiles. "Nice to meet you," she says quietly as she shakes all of their hands and then sits down to face them all on the lonely chair opposite them. "Oh don't worry, I'm not entirely sure I won't be sick yet," she says, before immediately cursing herself for doing so. She feels 100 times worse now for sure and she seems to drift into a moment that doesn't even seem like reality, where she just dreamed this embarrassing nightmare, where she could only say the wrong thing, would be over soon enough. That way she could go back to just being herself in her same old boring freelance jobs and not have to make an ass of herself any more. The next thing she knows is when another voice breaks her train of thought and she shakes her head a little, coming back to reality. She looks across to where the voice came from. Alex. Oh, Alex, with the eyes. But her question, so stern and almost angry, seemed to cut through April a little, like she was being accused of something. She suddenly felt like she had something to prove.
"Well," she says in a slightly sassy tone, using her fingers to add a bit of volume to her hair, "I've actually always been on the other side of the divide. I've been the journalist lapping up the information PR people put out there, writing the stories and stuff. So although I've never worked for a band as I'm sure some of your other interviewees have, I think I am best placed to give you what you want," she says, giving Alex a little glance on the last five words of her sentence. "If you've been the one being fed the information...I think you know what you need to feed them when you're on the other side," she smiles. God, she actually sounded good right then. It really sounded like she knew her stuff. |