"Sir I need to know who I'm interviewing." I tell my boss. He laughs as it was funny. "No can do, It's a surprise my dear, Alana." he says with a grin. "But sir If I don't know who I'm interviewing, I don't have nothing to ask them."  "Alana. Just calm down here are the notecards with the questions. Go get ready we're about to start in ten minutes. Hurry, hurry!" I nod, "Yes, Sir." and put the notecards in my purse. I run out the room and just in time as the elevator opens. I accidently bump into somebody on the way, "Oops. Sorry." I say without even looking at the person. The elevator takes me down to the room where all my "professional clothes" and "professional makeup" is at. "There you are Ms. Alana. Or should I say Future Mrs. Arias." Cecilia, the girl that puts on my makeup and does my hair, says. I laugh and blush. "Stop itttt! Jai and I are only dating." I tell her. "Well soon, you'll be married to Mr. Jai Arias." she takes out a whole lot of make up and I only smile looking through my clothes. I decide to put on a red skirt with a white strapless shirt. "Be right back, Ceci." I say walking in the bathroom. When I'm out she indicates me to sit down in the chair. I do as she says and I sigh when she takes out the red eye liner. Honestly, I hate eye liner, I don't like wearing make up at all but my boss says it looks "Professional" If I didn't have to, I wouldn't even wear it. "Stay still Ms. Alana." Cecilia says. "Sorry-oh!" I can't help to blink and my eyes spill tears from the eyeliner. My eyes feel like they are on fire. "Hurry, Hurry, We'll be in air in two minutes!" Ross, one of the tv producers says. Even though he's only in his thirties he looks so young. You could mistake him for a twenty year old, no lie. "Just a little glitter, here. And here. Oh! And some lipstick! Red lipstick." after she's done with my make up, she quickly picks up my hair in a pony tail, it's pretty hard because like I mentioned before my hair is short, but somehow Cecilia manages to do it. "Come on Alana! Hurry, hurry shug!" Ross screams. "I'm coming Ross dag on it!" I walk outside, my feet are already hurting from the red five inch heels (I've learned to walk in big heels over the years).  "Shit my cards." I curse under my breath. "Ross, I have to go back, my cards-"  "We have no time!" he plugs in a little speaker which will tell me what to say- pfewww-thank the lord! "We're in air in one,"  Ross gets in his seat while I sit in the couch. The audience seems more pumped up than ever. Screaming girls are all over the place. "Two, And GOOO!" as soon as Ross says I start repeating what the speaker in my ear is telling me to say. "Hello Everybody! Well, well, well look at this crowd! Everybody seems so pumped up huh?" the crowd cheers and screams. The set is cold and making me shiver a little but I keep a smile. I wait for my speaker to say something and when it does, my whole blood drops to my feet. My throat is dry and so is my mouth. "What are you doing Alana? Talk! We're on air!" Ross says through the speaker. The crowd is now quiet, every pair of eyes on me. "Say it now!" My mouth can't seem to move and I have no control of my body. My knees are shaking and my chest is aching. "Fuck, Alana. Say something, you look confused up there!" I clear my throat and my eyes are starting to fill up with tears. "P-Please welcome," I take a pause and swallow the lump in my throat. "One Direction."