Innocence

Hailey

It never has occurred to me what a depth of friendship really can become or consume of. For life truly has it's moments that we just want to scream out at and other times embrace and rejoice the moment.  It's an un conbustable feeling that has these own hormones that we can't just explain sometimes.

"Miss Shultz?" Says a female voice from behind me. 

I'm sitting in a company couch that almost seems to be too perfect.  It's leather seats, polished window and paintings that reminds me of model homes or something.  "Mrs. Parker will see you now."

I pull myself up from where I sit and turn to the tall dark skinned lady who has a flawless red pant suit.  Her hair pinned halfway up with endless loose curls. The suit looks to be a very slick cotton like material, almost like an Egyptian cotton. I always have wanted to pull off such an outfit but my style has drastically has changed these past few months. I smile brightly with the best smile I can give as the young woman leads me down a narrow hallway. She smiles back and leads me onward.  For this interview I decided on something simple and yet classy. So what better way for me to pick a dark purple vest like top with black slacks with of course good high heels. Even though I am 5'8 I figured two or three more inches couldn't hurt.

Walking down I skim a bit at some of the pictures hanging on the side of the walls. From famous models to some beautiful landscaping of the building. I beamed when I see the famous Marylin Monroe in her flawless white dress. She expresses that pinnacle moment of such a powerful woman of empowerment during that time.

Entering in the building I am greater by a blonde lady who looks to be in her mid 40's who looks just like my mom but with more of a harsh look. Her hair is in a neatly but tight bun that almost looks to be half the size of her head. And of course as anyone would choose she has a all black pant suit as well. I love black myself, but sometimes colors are also wonderful choices to have in their wardrobe.  I still smile kindly as I approach her glass desk as it stood in front of huge widows that showed some amazing buildings and landscaping from the town.
"Take a seat please." Mrs. Parker said kindly as she examines my every move as if I am being judged by my every move like walking. Of course, walking is everything when it comes to defining who one person is. It's a reflection on how you feel about yourself. My long brown curls swish side to side as I waver to the grey cushion chairs. Making my way in between the two chairs and before I can sit down she stops me short. "Do you have your portfolio with you?"

"Yeah, it's right here." As I pull my black leathered binder out from my left arm where it consists with ten pictures of myself and a resumé. She smiles a tad opening the first page of the binder.

Right away she makes a sigh where I'm not sure  knowing how to take it as a good way or bad way. "Please sit." She asks as I try to ease my anxiety that is now spiking up a bit. The first profile picture is of me with a long angle showing my hair and face by a window as the sun is setting down. I twitch a bit in my seat placing my hands down on my lap trying to not read into anything. "You have a lot of hair I see. Beautiful but I recommend you pull it out of your face more."
My smile fades. Oh gosh...I say to myself.  My eyes grow big.
She looks at me now and narrows her eyes at me. "Can you pull your hair back for me right now?"

I quickly nod and look down to my left wrist which I thankfully had a grey hair tie at hand. Once my hair is pulled off my neck I felt a little shaken up. Could this little mistake cost me this interview, so I think to myself?
But thankfully Mrs. Parker smiles brightly and continues to look through my other photos and information. "You have a pretty demential face, very express eyes."
I think to myself: This is good...good points here I think.
On the final picture I can see she really examines it. It's definitely probably not what one business woman would see but it has huge value to me.
"Who is this other girl in this picture?" She asks.
I stutter a split second in hoping the image is okay to have place in my portfolio. "It's me and my best friend."

"Hmmm...nice." Is all she says where it is there she closes it up the binder. "Very nice photo's,  you definitely have the look we are looking for. I'd like to know more about you though. Like what made you want to come into this field?"

My mind wonders with so much I almost can't  calculate of which thing I want to say first. But thankfully my main thing I really want to see is what I say first. "Ever since I was little I have always wanted to model and sing." I giggle slightly pulling out a smile. "My parents literally would keep toy microphones or any sort of thing that resembled a microphone for me to just sing songs. I even had them make them choose a word or item and I'd try to sing about that particular thing." My hands begin to fidget now expressing how excited I am just talking about the love I have for music.

She nods at me with a smile and looks at her assistant who brought me earlier. "Well that's passion and love for it is really important." He again opens my binder to what seems like my resume' from the front. "It says here you just graduated from Lambert High school with a 3.8 GPA. Tell me some things about school and did you have any influences in your life?"

My smile slightly fades but I try to pull it together. "Actually there is only one real friend I had in high school. Her name is Katie, Katie Myers.