The New Publicist
The Call
RING. RIIINNG. RIIIIIIING. “Hanna, can you get that? I’m busy right now” I said before turning on the blow dryer.
“Ya, sure thing Ali” Hanna said as she picked up the phone. Once I finished getting my hair all dry and fixed how I wanted it I walked down the stairs. I walked over to where our balcony was and stepped out onto it. I was looking at the LA skyline and taking it all in for about 10 minutes before Hanna joined me. We both had moved from South Carolina and came out to LA to start our lives over. I started to work at one of the magazine companies as a publicist and Hanna was trying to get a job at an interior design firm. It has been almost a year since we moved and we were able to get a flat and have great jobs that we loved.
“Who was that Hann?” I asked.
“The managers of some boy band who want a publicist to tag along with them while they go on their world tour. And they also said you can bring someone along. And they also want to meet up with you in about . . . crap . . . they want to meet at 2:00 which is in half an hour” Hanna said. We both looked at each other and screamed. I ran into the house with Hanna right behind me. Running up the stairs and into my bedroom, I threw open the doors of my wardrobe. I tried on numerous outfits until I settled on a white vest-shirt, black skinny-jeans, and blue-and-white checkered vans. I walked over to Hanna’s room to see if she was ready to go. She came out dressed in a floral dress that came mid-thigh. I grabbed my purse and keys and went down the hall to the elevator. We went through the lobby and headed to the Land Rover parked in front of the building.
“Hey Hann, where are we meeting this band?” I asked turning on the radio.
“At the Starbucks on 23rd Street” she said. The car ride was filled with us asking each other questions like what the band was like, will we get along with the band, and will they even like us. I pulled up to the building and got out. I scanned the room looking for whoever we were supposed to meet. All of a sudden Hanna nudged my arm and got my attention.
“Geez take it easy” I said.
“Sorry Ali. That’s them over there” she said as she pointed to group of guys that looked about our age. We made our way across the room and to their table.
“Yes, may we help you?” the one with the bandana said.
“Um . . . yes actually. I’m Alison Baker and your managers called me and asked if I could be your . . . um . . . publicist” I said while trying to make eye contact with all of them. The response I got was blank stares. I turned to look at Hanna when a lady in a blazer came up to us.
“Sorry about that. I was taking a call about their upcoming movie out. Hi, you must Alison. I’m Nancy Whitmore, one of the boy’s managers” she said shaking my hand. The “boys” as she called them all stood up to shake my hand.
“Hello, I’m Harry, and this is Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn” he said.
“Hello.” I said again but more faint this time. One of them pulled up chairs for Hanna to sit in. I sat between Harry and Liam and Hanna sat between Nancy and Louis. We discussed the terms of what I was to be doing and went over a contract. Once we finished Hanna and I said our goodbyes to the boys and headed back to the flat. I needed some time to think before I could agree to do something this major.
“The blonde one, Niall I think it was, kept staring at you” Hanna smirked as she went on her phone.
“No he didn’t. But I’m pretty sure Harry was trying to sneak glances at you from across the table” I said back as we pulled into the parking lot.
“They’re nice lads. I think you should work with them. Who knows maybe you’ll fall in looovee with one” Hanna spoke as she opened up the flat door.
“Ha ha ha very funny. And I told them I would get back to them at the end of the week with my decision” I responded as I closed my door to my bedroom. I got ready for bed and soon hopped in. I tried to fall asleep when I kept thinking maybe he was staring at me. After pondering this question for awhile I finally fell asleep.
“Ya, sure thing Ali” Hanna said as she picked up the phone. Once I finished getting my hair all dry and fixed how I wanted it I walked down the stairs. I walked over to where our balcony was and stepped out onto it. I was looking at the LA skyline and taking it all in for about 10 minutes before Hanna joined me. We both had moved from South Carolina and came out to LA to start our lives over. I started to work at one of the magazine companies as a publicist and Hanna was trying to get a job at an interior design firm. It has been almost a year since we moved and we were able to get a flat and have great jobs that we loved.
“Who was that Hann?” I asked.
“The managers of some boy band who want a publicist to tag along with them while they go on their world tour. And they also said you can bring someone along. And they also want to meet up with you in about . . . crap . . . they want to meet at 2:00 which is in half an hour” Hanna said. We both looked at each other and screamed. I ran into the house with Hanna right behind me. Running up the stairs and into my bedroom, I threw open the doors of my wardrobe. I tried on numerous outfits until I settled on a white vest-shirt, black skinny-jeans, and blue-and-white checkered vans. I walked over to Hanna’s room to see if she was ready to go. She came out dressed in a floral dress that came mid-thigh. I grabbed my purse and keys and went down the hall to the elevator. We went through the lobby and headed to the Land Rover parked in front of the building.
“Hey Hann, where are we meeting this band?” I asked turning on the radio.
“At the Starbucks on 23rd Street” she said. The car ride was filled with us asking each other questions like what the band was like, will we get along with the band, and will they even like us. I pulled up to the building and got out. I scanned the room looking for whoever we were supposed to meet. All of a sudden Hanna nudged my arm and got my attention.
“Geez take it easy” I said.
“Sorry Ali. That’s them over there” she said as she pointed to group of guys that looked about our age. We made our way across the room and to their table.
“Yes, may we help you?” the one with the bandana said.
“Um . . . yes actually. I’m Alison Baker and your managers called me and asked if I could be your . . . um . . . publicist” I said while trying to make eye contact with all of them. The response I got was blank stares. I turned to look at Hanna when a lady in a blazer came up to us.
“Sorry about that. I was taking a call about their upcoming movie out. Hi, you must Alison. I’m Nancy Whitmore, one of the boy’s managers” she said shaking my hand. The “boys” as she called them all stood up to shake my hand.
“Hello, I’m Harry, and this is Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn” he said.
“Hello.” I said again but more faint this time. One of them pulled up chairs for Hanna to sit in. I sat between Harry and Liam and Hanna sat between Nancy and Louis. We discussed the terms of what I was to be doing and went over a contract. Once we finished Hanna and I said our goodbyes to the boys and headed back to the flat. I needed some time to think before I could agree to do something this major.
“The blonde one, Niall I think it was, kept staring at you” Hanna smirked as she went on her phone.
“No he didn’t. But I’m pretty sure Harry was trying to sneak glances at you from across the table” I said back as we pulled into the parking lot.
“They’re nice lads. I think you should work with them. Who knows maybe you’ll fall in looovee with one” Hanna spoke as she opened up the flat door.
“Ha ha ha very funny. And I told them I would get back to them at the end of the week with my decision” I responded as I closed my door to my bedroom. I got ready for bed and soon hopped in. I tried to fall asleep when I kept thinking maybe he was staring at me. After pondering this question for awhile I finally fell asleep.
