What would we do without you? {Nick Jonas story}

First Day on the Job

Kristin-the manager whom I had done the interview with, called me at 6:00 am to tell me to come into the office in half an hour. 6 freakin a.m. ugh, ok I know it’s probably part of the job but I mean honestly 6. I drug my half awake body out of bed and headed to the shower mumbling to myself about how much I will “love” my job. And turned on my radio to blast Boys Like Girls, singing along to the song I got myself ready. Armed and ready in another pair of skinnies (purple) and a black Switchfoot Tee. Adding a small amount of eyeliner and mascara, I slipped on my flats and ran out the door, grabbing my keys on the way out to my car. “Ugh it’s still dark out, what it with this?!?” I screamed as I pulled out of my driveway. Of course with the radio on but not quite as loud (gotta respect those who actually get to sleep). I pulled into the office parking lot and slowly made my way to the door only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled straight to a brightly lit room on the floor above the offices by the one and only *Coffee Girl* yayyyyy not. She tossed me into a chair and started wiping off my make-up.

“Hey, what are you doing? I spent time doing that this morning!” I whined while she grabbed another cloth and smudged more of my eyeliner down my cheek.

“Wait a minute no where in my job description did it say I can’t wear what I want!” I started getting defensive, were did she get off saying my clothes/style wasn’t good enough, and it’s not like I’m part of the band, so no one is even going to be looking at me.
“Actually the contract said it, you are to go to wardrobe every day you are going to go out with one of the bands, that includes hair, make-up, and clothes. So don’t even bother to try and dress yourself on days like these” She looked at me seriously from the mirror, and I shrunk down a little bit in the chair while she finished cleaning off my make-up. Then Kristin walked in with a middle aged man, both looking extremely excited.
“Hello Kelsie, I’m so sorry I had to wake you up this morning I forgot to tell you about wardrobe, I swear it will never be this early again, but Paul had to meet you before the boys got here.” Paul interrupted her by slightly pushing past her and shaking my hand roughly.
“Why hello Kelsie it is very nice to meet you, and might I say your name really popped up fast didn’t it?” He said all of this while still shaking my hand, till he looked down and noticed his faux paw.

“Hello Paul, it is very nice to meet you too, and yes I know my name really did get rocketed up fast.” I winced on the word fast because *Coffee lady* had pulled on a piece of my hair while trying to give me an up-do.
“Please could I leave my hair down? At least just this once?” I couldn’t help but not let this lady completely change my look. And at that very moment I noticed that the door was open and three boys around my age were pilling their way into the small room. Isaw the youngest one first, he had dark curly hair and beautiful brown eyes that where fixed on me.
“Yea Stacey, let her leave her hair down, it looks better that way anyway” His voice was just as beautiful as the rest of him and he smiled at me while he said it, knowing that I would now get my way.
“But….But…her hair is so long it will get in the way…” Stacey stuttered out her words in a futile protest.
“You know what I like her hair down better too, it looks more fun and young” the middle boy said, winking at me from under his straight dark hair, while nudging the eldest with his elbow. I just sat there with my jaw somewhere around my knees. No way is this the band I was going to help manage, not them (well I mean YES them). Why did I end up with them though? The only band around my age with three of the most gorgeous guys around. I was going to be assisting with
The Jonas Brothers. And I can’t find a single word to say to them.