Maybe It's Alright Here.

Act Natural.

Okay okay. Act cool, act cool.

Today was my interview at Smosh for a writing position. I spent the past three days pouring out every joke, anecdote and pun I could think of on paper. Once I thought I had some semblance of a skit, I wrote it out and sent it in.

Writing has always been a passion. It is what I came here for, and now I'm finally getting the chance to put it to use. The closest I ever came to working as a writer was at Defy (which as we all know didn't start well.) Working at Smosh wouldn't just help me find my spark, it'd help me make friends. I've been here 4 years and the closest I've had to a friend is Courtney. Nina was more of a nuisance than a friend I would go to for comfort.

I look at the clock. 9 am. Ok so i've got 4 hours until my interview. I'm so nervous I decide to start writing. If it's any good, I'll bring it with me. Opening docs, I see an old prompt from 6 years ago. It reads: The Pure Joys Of Home. What the fuck is this? Opening it I start to read, realizing it was a shitty fanfic I wrote in college for a creative writing class. Hold up, maybeI could edit this into something..

Two hours later, I have written a satirical fan-fiction of Betty Crocker and Julia Child. God maybe this is weird. I should probably delete it. Right as I'm about to delete it, my alarm goes off. Shit, time to get ready. I'll delete it later.

Getting ready, I put on my Ass-Kicking outfit (with matching hair of course.) Once I'm ready, I jump in the car. "Shit my laptop." Running back i side, I slam it shut and throw it in my bag.

Driving to the smoffice (as Court lovingly calls it) I try to think of every question Ian could ask. Distracted, I almost run over a jaywalker, an old lady and a gaggle of hipsters. Finally, I pull into the parking lot.

OkOkOkOkOk. You can do this. You can do this. "I can do this."

Walking in, I run smack dab into Damien.

"Oh hey Y/N, you ready for your interview?" He looks genuinely excited for me. "Actually, I'm heading in for it right now." His mood shifts drastically, looking damn near distressed. "Oh geez, I'll get out of your way then. Don't want you to be late." With that, he walks away.

Damn dude. Though I would be disappointed that our chat ended so abruptly, I'm just too nervous to care. Rushing to the elevator, I hop in and press level 3.

Jogging slightly I walk into a conference room with not just Ian but Courtney, Shayne, a short dark haired lady, who I assume to be Monica and ...

Damien.