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or something?’ he added with a grin. He probably didn’t mean it in a bad way, but I couldn’t help but be offended.
‘No, actually, my dad’s dead,’ I said bluntly. ‘Does yours?’
‘Sorry,’ he muttered and looked away awkwardly.
I heard my phone beep in my bag and took it out, hoping it would be Nick. It was Mum, wishing me luck. I texted her back, then we sat in silence. I tried not to let this Dillon guy get to me, but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed. And I wished Nick would text me. I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t apologized. I wasn’t having a good time with boys this week it seemed.
After a few minutes a blonde-haired girl came into the lobby. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘I’m Ellie, assistant to the editor.’
We introduced ourselves and she shook our hands. She was wearing high-waisted shorts, a white T-shirt, dusky pink brogues and a gold necklace that said ELLIE , which was good, because the second she said her name it went out of my head. I could feel Dillon looking at me, but I didn’t make eye contact. I couldn’t believe I’d have to spend two whole weeks with him. He
was
just as irritating as Hannah described.
‘Follow me,’ said Ellie. We walked behind her into a room with over a dozen desks arranged in rows.
‘This is team
Electric
!’ she said. ‘Michael, Patricia, Cliona, Paddy …’ Each person waved or said ‘Hi’ to us in turn. They were all incredibly stylish. I looked down at my own purple skinny jeans and Thin Lizzy T-shirt, and wished I’d gone for something a bit more sophisticated.
‘The two of you will share this desk,’ said Ellie, pointing to a table in front of us with one Mac and two chairs.
‘In there is the office of our editor, Tim,’ she added, pointing to a door on the far wall.
‘Beside it is my office, and beside that is the meeting room.’ Dillon and I both nodded. ‘And over there is the archive.’ She motioned to a box room where hundreds of magazines were shelved. ‘We’ll probably get you guys to tidy that up at some stage, although we’ve got lots lined up, so there may not be time. Firstly, I’ll give you a quick overview of what you’ll be doing for the next two weeks.’
Dillon took out a notebook and I rooted in my bag for a notebook that wasn’t there. I was so disorganized. I thought we’d just be photocopying stuff and making cappuccinos – I didn’t think we’d have to do actual proper work. Dillon seemed to notice my panic and tore off a page from his notebook and gave it to me. I took it from him grudgingly and grabbed a pen from the desk to start writing down what Ellie was saying.
‘… Next Wednesday is the
Electric Unsigned
showcase in Rage Rock Bar and you two will be working on the floor. We’ll need you there at four p.m. till late; it’s tough going, but you’ll get guest passes for your friends in return.’
Dillon’s eyes went wide with excitement.
‘The following Wednesday we’re going on location and you’ll assist on a shoot. It’s a cover shoot so it’ll be a great experience for you both.’
‘Who are you shooting?’ asked Dillon.
‘Willis Middleton.’
‘No way!’ he said.
I couldn’t believe it either. I’d always found Willis Middleton fascinating – an ageing British rock star who lives in New York, but also owns a castle in Galway. He’s known for his awesome bass solos and outrageous behaviour.
‘Yep, it’s his first interview in three years,’ she said. ‘And his first contact with the press since he got out of rehab. He’s known to be a bit … sensitive, so it’s really important that it goes well. Hair and make-up starts at seven a.m.’
‘Have you heard his solo album yet?’ I asked Ellie.
‘He sent us a few tracks,’ she said. ‘They’re awesome.’
Dillon seemed impressed that I knew about his solo venture. Not that I cared.
He resumed scribbling away, his face intense with concentration. This all sounded like a lot of fun, but I didn’t
‘No, actually, my dad’s dead,’ I said bluntly. ‘Does yours?’
‘Sorry,’ he muttered and looked away awkwardly.
I heard my phone beep in my bag and took it out, hoping it would be Nick. It was Mum, wishing me luck. I texted her back, then we sat in silence. I tried not to let this Dillon guy get to me, but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed. And I wished Nick would text me. I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t apologized. I wasn’t having a good time with boys this week it seemed.
After a few minutes a blonde-haired girl came into the lobby. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘I’m Ellie, assistant to the editor.’
We introduced ourselves and she shook our hands. She was wearing high-waisted shorts, a white T-shirt, dusky pink brogues and a gold necklace that said ELLIE , which was good, because the second she said her name it went out of my head. I could feel Dillon looking at me, but I didn’t make eye contact. I couldn’t believe I’d have to spend two whole weeks with him. He
was
just as irritating as Hannah described.
‘Follow me,’ said Ellie. We walked behind her into a room with over a dozen desks arranged in rows.
‘This is team
Electric
!’ she said. ‘Michael, Patricia, Cliona, Paddy …’ Each person waved or said ‘Hi’ to us in turn. They were all incredibly stylish. I looked down at my own purple skinny jeans and Thin Lizzy T-shirt, and wished I’d gone for something a bit more sophisticated.
‘The two of you will share this desk,’ said Ellie, pointing to a table in front of us with one Mac and two chairs.
‘In there is the office of our editor, Tim,’ she added, pointing to a door on the far wall.
‘Beside it is my office, and beside that is the meeting room.’ Dillon and I both nodded. ‘And over there is the archive.’ She motioned to a box room where hundreds of magazines were shelved. ‘We’ll probably get you guys to tidy that up at some stage, although we’ve got lots lined up, so there may not be time. Firstly, I’ll give you a quick overview of what you’ll be doing for the next two weeks.’
Dillon took out a notebook and I rooted in my bag for a notebook that wasn’t there. I was so disorganized. I thought we’d just be photocopying stuff and making cappuccinos – I didn’t think we’d have to do actual proper work. Dillon seemed to notice my panic and tore off a page from his notebook and gave it to me. I took it from him grudgingly and grabbed a pen from the desk to start writing down what Ellie was saying.
‘… Next Wednesday is the
Electric Unsigned
showcase in Rage Rock Bar and you two will be working on the floor. We’ll need you there at four p.m. till late; it’s tough going, but you’ll get guest passes for your friends in return.’
Dillon’s eyes went wide with excitement.
‘The following Wednesday we’re going on location and you’ll assist on a shoot. It’s a cover shoot so it’ll be a great experience for you both.’
‘Who are you shooting?’ asked Dillon.
‘Willis Middleton.’
‘No way!’ he said.
I couldn’t believe it either. I’d always found Willis Middleton fascinating – an ageing British rock star who lives in New York, but also owns a castle in Galway. He’s known for his awesome bass solos and outrageous behaviour.
‘Yep, it’s his first interview in three years,’ she said. ‘And his first contact with the press since he got out of rehab. He’s known to be a bit … sensitive, so it’s really important that it goes well. Hair and make-up starts at seven a.m.’
‘Have you heard his solo album yet?’ I asked Ellie.
‘He sent us a few tracks,’ she said. ‘They’re awesome.’
Dillon seemed impressed that I knew about his solo venture. Not that I cared.
He resumed scribbling away, his face intense with concentration. This all sounded like a lot of fun, but I didn’t
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