I entered into our make-up room, clip clopping my heels, though I'm in no need of an additional touch up to my face. I pulled the chair and dropped down on it.

"Breathe Wynter Breathe" I kept chanting those words and reminded my Central Nervous System to remain intact and not to give signals which can prove to be an embarrassment for me and entertainment for others who are going to watch me on Television Tonight.

Interviews or Talk shows... whatever that involves the active participation of solid confident speech, flawless way to interact, being spontaneous, witty and quick to respond ...turns out horrendous for me.

I kept my eyes closed to dump all the trashy thoughts of discouragement. When I sensed that my breathing was back to normal I slowly lift my eye lids. I blew some air from my mouth and checked my reflection in front of the mirror, the light bulbs around the perimeter of this square shaped mirror brightened my look. A small section of my hair was parted from the middle, pulled back , twisted then clipped, few loose strands dangled from either of my temples. I was wearing a burgundy colored lipstick and no bright eye make, my attire was chosen formal, white linen shirt with sleek black pants but slightly shimmery grey jacket added tinge of ultra-modern look which could set a new trend. My look gave me a worthy boost to energize my lost confidence in myself, still something was going on inside my stomach , I tried to ignore it but I know it will only go after I'm done with the interview.
I craned my neck to check the time from a huge classy clock hung on the wall, my brain was beginning to formulate the time but the view got blocked by a smiley head of William, instantly the notification of Already seen my text popped in my head followed by no reply on it, just kindled the anger I was holding up against him.

I got up and moved aside but he side swiped and continue to block my way. I tried my level best to avoid eye contact by keeping my gaze on the ground.

Right now I feel, maybe I'm not actually angry, I guess I'm just pretending to be angry to check or know what would be his response. He disappointed me again with his silence, I looked up and leaned my head abit but he raised his hand displaying his wrist watch.

"What?" I asked totally pissed with him

"Time, aren't you looking up for the time" he said smilingly showing off his cool spiky low fade haircut enhancing  his bright auburn eyes. He surely is making style statement with his inky pitch black jacket and jeans with a grey t-shirt underneath matching it all with woody brown sneakers.

I moved aside without seeing the time on his watch, he moved along with me being consistent. Thankfully, Craig called out my name saying that our vanity bus is about to leave for the interview set. I rushed out and pulled the straps of my heels 'coz I have to run down the spiral stairway, without wasting another minute I ran down with the heels in my hand and on reaching the last step I again placed my foot digging into my heels ...As I was doing it so quickly that I stumbled a bit while putting on the heels, that's when sound of the feet tracking down beside me roared in my ears and for a split second I thought I just imagined a voice that spoke to me in extremely low husky volume and flew away like a passing wind.

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We all jerked forward when the driver suddenly pulled on the brakes. William was standing, leaning at the door wearing his black shades hiding his eyes but revealing his perfect teeth... He chuckles alot, my mind wandered around how moments ago when I was about to  stumble but wasn't in a situation to actually fall down while wearing my heels, Will, without glancing just whispered and dashed out.

"Be careful!"he said in a sweet raspy voice.

I agree those are not the sweetest words one could ever hear neither they signify something highly to drool about, but still I fall in the web of liking illogical things or incomplete things he does... I don't know why I liked him showing concern and not displaying it properly... I hope I don't need a doctor here.

Since they will be a lot of paparazzi's out there in front of the building we decided to enter from the back door, the entrances were different for men and women, first we had to get down. William standing near the door stepped down and stood on the left side, huh! I know the reason all the female staff will have to walk past him and he can have a clear look.

I exhaled, plotting how to ignore him while I pass him, and how I make it clear to him that I'm ignoring him. Amazingly I'm the first to move out among all the females. As I moved making that clipping sound with my heels, I could hear a dramatic background tune in my head which kinda was giving the effect of slow motion suspense tempering to raise the suspicion of what will happen and how well I make my move.

Stepping down from the bus, doing my best to Not glance at him and was able to pass him with ease.

"Wynter!!" A voice echoed from behind my back. I turned around and saw Blond girl named Victoria,
"The entrance is this side, you're heading in the wrong direction." pointing her thumb to right.

I checked the door then looked at William who was standing with his fist in his mouth, trying to control his laughter ending up pulling that funny face, the dramatic soundtrack playing in my head, changed it's frequency producing the sound effects of shattering glassware which collaborated with the current situation, which was no less than the shattering of my sanity in front of him.

Dipped in deep thick embarrassment from head to toe, I swirled and had to again walk past Will, ignoring him ...this time I had a valid reason to ignore him, shut down myself and hide.

After successfully passing through the French door, I stood behind the door and wanted to bang my head....

"Argh!!!! Damn it damn it ... how can I do such a thing...aaaaaa! It's so embarrassing."

"Take heed from what just happened, otherwise acting like this ..... " Cindy said gesturing my actions of trying to bang my head "...will again catch the attention of others...and the cycle of embarrassment will continue." She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. "Let's Go!"

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THE INTERVIEW!!!!

"Everything's in control."said the young man standing beside me, into his earpiece who seemed in his early twenties, wore a black shirt with "Crew" printed on it. He then returned his attention to us and escorted.

The arrangements of settings lights, cameras, projectors were going on, working staff members were changing stations, moving from helping one side to another... this is normal what actually surprised me was the beautiful interior of the room, I was standing near the curve stairway, an exquisite smooth surface white table is present at the center it's carving resembled the gliding movement of some semi solid liquid, Black colored office chairs around it. In front of the table were the contemporary long benches for the Au-di-ence!!!

"Ready?"said the young man enthusiastically,

"Hmm.."I replied, that was the best I could muster out of nervousness.
He then gestured with a Thumbs up sign to a man with a tiny ponytail at his back which jingled when he nodded.
On the count of five they'll call out your name and order wise get down.

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"Let's Welcome The Director of the upcoming movie "Debonair Secret Agents" Mr.Craig Chappell.."the host wearing a cobalt blue coloured suit with red, a shouted into his microphone, Craig wearing his grey sweat shirt with a pair of jeans walked down and was greeted with applause. "NOW! The Actors, Mr.Wil-liam Harrison, Ms.Wynt-errr Loxley, Mr. Percy Smith (our main antagonist of our movie) and Mr. Ben Scott ( Remember Jericho? from the movie, he's the supporting actor, nope he's not the second lead for the actress, if you were wondering that)".

As we all settled in our respective chairs the room was filled with the applause of joyous audience. I was in the middle of Will and Craig , we all wore our perfect friendly smile face. On the other hand the host was very loud and was rolling all the R's in his speech.

Everything is going smoothly all the other members were confidently answering the questions directed at them, without my involvement, I felt today is not my lucky day so it's better to just sit and smile rather than letting your tongue slip and release the words of embarrassment and regret whose after effects could be like that of a laughing gas. And I didn't like the idea of people laughing at me. But then, The Host dropped his well dig question at Craig which included my anticipation as well.

"Craig, weren't you worried about the downfall, casting fresh talents like them in your Most important Dream project?"

"I'd be lying if I say that I wasn't worried about the fact of taking such a huge risk, on my dream project." Craig said nodding convincingly at the host.

"From the sources we know William was very passionate to play this role and stayed outside the building where auditions were suppose to take place in order to be punctual but we didn't find any whiff so as to about how Wynterrrr landed on this play." said the host grinning at me, Craig looked at me wagging his brows and chuckled.

"Ah, you're laughing, now our level of curiosity has increased even more."said the anchor and the audience hooted in eagerness as well.

I'll personally demand a scientist to invent that vanishing cream for me, Gosh! why are they so persistent in peeling layer after layer my embarrassing moments.

I wanted to shout that I'm not an onion to be peeled off. Now that I think , maybe when you're in the spotlight , You're an onion, free to be cut, spliced and eaten up by the world.

"Why don't you answer it, Wynter?"said Craig

"Wow..." I muttered under my breathe looking down admiring at the irony of my situation to spill the beans from my own mouth. My hands were trembling under the table.

"Drink some water." Will said swiftly, that nobody might have heard him say that.

As my hand from under the table started to reach the glass in front of me, due to my haste movement it just clattered against the table surface producing a noisy sound which is so loud to even wake up the dead and attract all the attention on me. When I looked up to see the mess I'm beginning to smear around myself, but the host was looking at William, I turned around to look at Craig, Ben and then Percy to read the situation.

"Why did you all look up at William instantly on the hearing the sound?." asked the host, looking at all the other members sitting around who were now grinning at him and that's when I got the hint and chortled to realize how absurd it is , I was worrying about the attention but it whirled and attacked Will.

"Actually he's the Most Klutzy person..." I went into another fit of laughter and saw awe stricken expression on the host's face with widened eyes, but it didn't stop me from speaking.. "If you hear any breakage of something or someone being banged or crashed into something , you don't even need to turn your head to look at the person... it's already known, that will be, William Harrison, he's very clumsy." this time every one laughed along with me and William shyly shaking his head.

"Now, we would like to know about you, how you got landed with this role?" said the host but it didn't make me nervous to speak , as I've just blurted out in front of them, that too laughing like an idiot not caring how I might have appeared on screen.

Thanks to Will or him being klutz which helped me garner some confidence to speak, I think I can talk without stuttering on this platform, all this time I was just worried about opening my mouth because I know I would have stammered and this might ruin my co-workers and Craig's reputation. Many tabloids might even start publishing the disgracing caption which could have damaged our ratings after it's release into the Cinema halls.

People usually love and relate themselves to those who aren't perfect , who knows their fear and try to overcome it, who enjoys being insane. And looking at William laughing on himself, I realized, we tend to like people who laughs on their own acts of stupidity and faults rather than laughing on other's faults.

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Author's Note !!

Yep! This chapter has turned out to be very long and I wasn't going to end it here like this , I wanted to complete the whole interview in this chapter rather than keep you hanging their to know how Wynter Loxley landed herself in Hollywood. But the length of the chapter exceeded my regular word limit , So, i felt it's better to stop and split this chapter into two.

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