I decided to think of Arianna as Selena Gomez. If that's not ok with you, just imagine her as someone else. (also, if in some of the gifs she looks a lil younger, just imagine her as older Sel.)
ARI
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I dash down the hall, wearing only one shoe, with my papers flying everywhere. I cannot miss this meeting. I skid to a halt at the last door in the long hall, which is adorned with the plaque 'COLOMBIA RECORDS: VP' in a bold font. I knock on the door rapidly, hopping on one foot to put my other shoe on. If I lose this chance because of those four boys, I swear to God, I'll...I'll sue their British asses. The door opens, and out steps the vice-president of the label, a tall, powerful woman who seems to only buy her pantsuits in black. She brushes by me, and I scramble after her, trying to keep her pace as she strides down the hallway.
"Ms. York, I am assuming?" She says to me over her shoulder, not bothering to stop walking.
"Yes, ma'm, and I'd like to deeply, totally apologize for being late, I had car troubles and -"
"Car troubles? Oh, Ms. York, you're going to need to do better than that." She gives a malicious laugh.
"No, really, I did! I also ran into some of your clients in the hall. Literally!" I say exasperatedly, gesturing down the hall with flailing hands. I could literally feel the job slipping from my grasp.
"Oh, and let me guess, you stopped for an autograph?" She says coldly, tapping away on her phone.
"No, I -"
As we reach the elevator, she turns to me, and meets my hopeful gaze. "Look, Ms. York, I can see that you're a very aspiring young women, who hasn't yet found her footing. I'm sorry, but you missed your meeting, and right now I have somewhere much more important to be. As much as I'd love to hear your flimsy excuses, you don't have time for a second chance. So, I suggest that you find your footing someplace else." And with that final blow, she steps onto the elevator, taps a button, and is distracted by her nails as the doors slide closed in my face.
My heart sinks down to my feet, as I see only my rejected reflection in the elevator door.
"So, I guess that's a no on the job, then?"
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Publicist | one direction
FanfictionAri wants a career in music production, and the boys of One Direction need a new publicist, and stat. To give her career a kick start, Ari is hired to be in control of whatever the boys do offstage, and manage the One Direction drama of 2015, event...
