I sip my coffee as I stare myself down in the mirror, completely dreading the day to come. "Why did I agree to this?" I ask myself, but already knowing the answer: because I want to prove him wrong, I want to make my dream a reality. I put the finishing touches on my makeup, just like Skylar showed me, and adjusting a couple of my bright blue curls before deciding that I'm completely ready. "Alex, hurry up. I don't want you making Mason late today." I hear my dad shouts from the bottom of the stairs as I walk out of my room, and I force myself to not go back and sit in there for a little while longer just to spite him. 

Instead, I get to the bottom of the stairs, giving him a polite smile as I reply, "I'm ready. I was just making sure I had all my things together." I put my phone in my large purse, as I walk away from him and meet Mason in the car. I laugh to myself when I see the expression on my dad's face when he notices my velvet choker and punk band shirt. Mason climbs in the car and give me a scolding look. "What? I can't help it that he doesn't appreciate my style." He says nothing, just raises his eyebrows at me. "Fine. I knew he wouldn't like it, but it makes the outfit more me. I don't want to feel like another stiff in that place."

"That I can understand, but you don't have to antagonize him." He tells me as we pull out of the driveway. "Just so you know, he's probably going to put you into the more boring and difficult jobs today."

"I was already anticipating that." I tell him, sliding down in my seat. "Why he can't just stick me in a studio. It's not like I don't know what I'd be doing in there."

"I wouldn't want that if I were you." He tells me with a tone of warning. "If he does, he'll probably try making you work with Montgomery. If this gives you any idea of how harsh he is, we can't put anybody with him. He's made even the toughest people request a transfer by the end of the day."

"I'm sure he's not that bad. He hasn't met me yet, I don't back down easily and I've learned how to deal with difficult people." I reply, and Mason doesn't reply just turns the radio up and another pop song blares through the speakers. Within a few minutes we pull into the parking lot of the building and my nerves instantly skyrocket. "You ready?" Mason asks as he pulls into his parking space.

I bite my lip as I nod. Mason walks inside and I follow him trusting he knows where he's going. I'm in a complete daze as we walk along. Mason stops in front of the reception desk talking to the secretary for a moment before we continue on our way. I finally gather my courage to ask Mason a question as we get onto the elevator. "So... what am I doing today?"

Mason doesn't respond for a second as he stares at the papers in his hand. He finally snaps out of his daze and says, "Oh, it looks like you'll be working in the file room."

"Oh." I can't help but feel slightly disappointed. I mean I wasn't expecting something glamorous but not filing, especially since I have terrible organization skills. "That's not too bad."

"Yeah, it could definitely be worse, but if it makes you feel any better I'll come by and visit." Mason says with fake cheer. I smile in return, but notice that once our conversation ends his face gets that troubled look again.

"Seventh floor." the elevator voice dictates.

"This is your floor." Mason says as he walks out and motions for me to follow. We walk down a hallway and make a few turns before we stop. "This is it. Just go inside and let them know your name and they should take it from there."

I nod and head inside the room. "And who are you?" A scratchy male voice asks. I turn toward the sound of the voice and find a man who looks to be in his forties.

"I'm Andy Parker, I'm supposed to start working here today."

The man just glares at me for a moment before taking a clipboard off one of the filing cabinets and looking it over. "Sorry, there's not an 'Andy Parker' supposed to be working here today."

I hold in my sigh as I ask. "Is there an Alexandria on the list?" The man looks at me questioningly. "That's what Andy is short for."

He looks over the list one more time. "As a matter of fact, yes there is an Alexandria on the list, but it has the last name down as 'Malloy'." I nod, and let him know that is indeed me. He sets down is clipboard and addresses me once again. "Welcome to work Miss Malloy. I'll be your supervisor, you may address me as Mr. Price." I cringe when I hear him call me, Malloy, since I haven't used that name for such a long time.

"Yes, sir. May I ask what I'll be doing today?" I'm doing my best to remain polite as I follow the cranky, balding Me. Price to my work task.

"You'll be filing all these and whatever else comes in." He stops in front or rows of cabinets as he hands me a stack of boxes I have to file.

I nod as I listen to Mr. Price's quick explanation of my task. I begin working on filing the boxes' contents. It only takes me a few minutes to find out that their system of filing makes no sense.

I've been working for a few hours now and Mr. Price has only just now come to check up on me. "So Miss Malloy, how have you been..." Thats about the time he saw what I had done. "What is this mess?!"

"I've been filing just like you told me too." I tell him, which is the truth. I have been filing like I was told to as to whether or not it was getting done properly is another question entirely.

"Would you please tell me why the file for 'Katy Perry' is in the 'X' drawer?"

I shrink down in my spot. I hadn't even realized that's where it was filed, I decide to go with my best option: humor my way out of it. "X marks the spot?"

Nope. I'm not getting a laugh from this guy. "Miss Malloy, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have to see if you can't be sent to another department. Filing doesn't seem to be your specialty." With that I was fired for the first time, well from a department at least.

I was told to wait outside until someone came and lead me to my next assignment. I only stand outside the room for a few minutes before a familiar face comes around the corner, papers in hand. "Hi, Mason. Long time no see." I say shyly to my brother. I look at his face and he looks as if he is doesn't know whether to scold me or laugh.

"How in the world did you manage to get reassigned?" He asks chuckling as he speaks.

"The system is color coded. Not just by general colors, but also by shades, symbols and the alphabet." I tell him, sighing before I continue. "There's a reason I wear mostly black and grey, it's because I'm terrible with colors!"

Mason can't seem to contain his laughter anymore as he drops the subject and leads me towards my next job. "C'mon, your next job awaits."

I follow along as I ask. "And what will I be doing this time?"

"Your getting to be a secretary." We walk into the elevator and continue on our way. "And just so you know I totally agree. Our filing system is messed up, I'm pretty sure the only one who understands it is Mr. Price."

I can't help but smile knowing my brother is on my side. "Thirteenth floor." The elevator dictates once more. Mason and I both walk off the elevator, with me again following Mason along. He walks right up to the line of offices, stopping in front of a desk to speak to the secretary. "Hi, Kelly. How are you this fine morning?"

I look at the secretary, she's young no more than twenty. She smiles radiantly as she greets Mason. "Hello, Mason. I'm doing very well this morning. How about you?"

"I'm very well. the reason I'm up over here today is that I've got someone you ought to meet." He brings me forward and I give Kelly a slight wave. "This is Andy, and she'll be working with you for a while."

"Well it's lovely to meet you, Andy. I'm excited to have another girl my age up here, most of the secretaries on this floor are a bit older and frankly quite grumpy."

I smile and for a second I think I may actually like working this area. Mason says his goodbyes and Kelly shows me the ropes of being a secretary. "For you it'll basically be answering phones and getting coffee, anything more than that I'll help handle."

About thirty minutes into the job and I'm not completely hating or even royally messing everything up. The phone rings beside me and Kelly says, "Why don't you get that one real quickly, I have to go take care of something."

I just nod as I delicately pick up the phone and 'cheerfully' say, "Hello, you've reached Mr. Hartnell's office at Capitol Records. How may I help you?"

The person on the other end replies. I listen to their response and let them know I have to put them on hold. I'm not sure how to help them so I'll let Kelly handle it once she gets back. I resume my work for the minute that it takes for Kelly to return. "Hey, Kelly. The person that called had a question I couldn't answer so I put them in hold like you said."

"Alright, thanks." I nod focusing on my work. "Um, Andy. Did you press the hold button before or after you put the phone down?"

"A few seconds before. Why?" Kelly cringes as I speak.

"There's no one on the line. The phone must have malfunctioned again, I'll call someone to get it fixed. Do you remember who called?"

I nod, I made sure to write down who called in case I forgot. I hand her the paper, and as she reads it her face begins to pale. "The manager for Capitol Cities?"

"Yep. Is there a problem?" I ask nervous that I just bombed another job.

"No, nothing's wrong. You did what you were supposed to do." Kelly goes back to work, calling to make sure someone is going to fix the phone.

Another hour later and I've gotten more coffees than I could keep track of. "Andy, I hate to tell you this, but I need you to go get more coffee." Kelly tells me apologetically.

I sigh, nodding as I take the paper of orders from her and take the elevator down. This has been the worst part of the job, the monotonous elevator trips and constant runs coffee shop down the street. I'm honestly surprised that I haven't tripped and spilt all the coffee yet.

The elevator doors finally open and make my way out of the lobby to the coffee shop. The warm summer breeze blows through as I turn the corner to the shop. I enter and stand in the line of at least twenty people just waiting to order. I'm honestly curious as to what the employees of this coffee shop are probably thinking seeing how this is my fifth trip here in the past hour.I look up and see that the line has shortened and now its my turn to order. I don't even get a chance to open my mouth and say my orders. Before the cashier whose name tag reads 'Nathan.' "Miss, I need to inform you there is such a thing as caffeine overdose." He tells me, and I just reply with an extremely confused look. "I mean how are you not shaking? This is like your fifth trip in here. I mean its kind of inspiring that you've had that much caffeine and are still functioning." He babbles, talking so quickly everything sounds like one sentence.

"I actually haven't been drinking that much coffee. I just work in an office and they keep sending me on coffee runs." I tell him, as I simultaneously hand him the list of orders.

His face becomes much less worried and confused. "Well that makes a lot more sense than you drinking all that coffee by yourself. Yeah, way more sense. Your order should be ready soon." I give him a smile as I nod, sitting down at a table while I wait. I pull out my phone and text the band for a few minutes while I wait. I smile because I actually got to forget about the stress of this "job" before the order was called and I was doomed to return to work. I walk to the pick up counter and there is cashier dude. "Hey, you know if you want you could give me your number and text me the orders so you don't have to wait." Cashier dude tells me as he hands me the coffee tray.

"That sounds amazing..." before I can say anything else he cuts me off once more.

"But..." Great. I think to myself as he continues. "It'll cost you something, either a dollar per cup or you could go out to dinner with me."

Hmmm. A few extra dollars charged to the order and payed by the company or dinner with a possible creep. I think the choice is pretty obvious. "No deal on the dinner, but for the extra money you have a deal." He hands me the coffees and writes his number down on a slip of paper and I continue on my way.

Out of the coffee shop and back into the building. I open the building door while carefully balancing the coffee in my hand. I walk through the lobby and into the elevator pressing the button for the thirteenth floor. The elevator door closes and soon begins to ascend I hold the coffee tray in my hand as I am slowly pushed to insanity by terrible elevator music. I watch the numbers increase for a bit, that is until the entire elevator jolts and comes to a complete halt. I sigh and mumble to myself. "Really?! Can this day get any worse?" Of course, I spoke too soon because I grab my phone to call for help, only to find that it's dead. I try pushing the emergency buttons in the elevator. Those don't work either.

I sigh, setting the coffee down on the floor and sit down beside it. I think for a moment, trying to figure a way out of here. I look at the ceiling for a hatch like you see in shows and movies, but I have no such luck. It seems like forever goes by and I can think of nothing to get me out of here. Time for plan b, I hit my head against the door in frustration. All of the sudden I hear a voice. "Hey, do you guys hear that thumping noise?"

"That would be me." I shout from inside the elevator.

"Hello? Is someone stuck in the elevator?" The voice asks, and I can't help but wonder why they sound so familiar.

"Yes. I've been stuck in here for who knows how long."

"Do you want me to get help?"

"Nope, I'm good right now. I can just sit in here for the rest of the day." I reply sarcastically.

"Oh, okay." The voice replies with a skeptical tone.

"I was just joking. Please get help, I hate small spaces." I tell them, desperately wanting to get out of here.

"Okay, I'll call someone." The voice says and moments later I can hear him talking on the phone. "I just called for help. It seems as if the power got disconnected from the elevator, they're fixing the problem so it should open up in a moment."

I wait in the elevator a little while longer. Soon enough the doors open and I run out screaming. "Air! Wonderful air!"

"Are you alright?" Someone asks from behind me, I recognize the voice as the person who got me help while I was stranded in the small elevator.

I turn around, and grab the person giving them a tight hug. "Thank you! You are a true angel!"

The voice chuckles as he speaks. "Don't worry about it, love." I freeze. I know that voice. I pull back from the hug blushing furiously. I look up and Sam Smith is their studying my face with a strange look on his face. I suddenly get self conscious and discreetly try to make sure there is nothing on my face. Unfortunately, I don't think I was as discreet as I had hoped. "Is everything alright?" Sam asked me still giving me a strange look.

"Y-yeah. Why do you keep look at me like that?" I ask him.

"You look really familiar for some reason and I'm not sure why." He tells me, studying my face for a few more minutes until he finally remembers. "Wait a second. You're that girl from the YouTube video, Andy Parker!"

I begin to have a mini panic attack on the inside, outside I look perfectly calm. But how can I be calm when Sam Smith knows my name?! "Yeah, I'm Andy Parker. May I ask what YouTube video?"

Sam just smiles as he pulls out his phone and shows me a video of me singing Stay With Me in a recording booth. I comb through all the times I've sung that song, the only time I sang it in a studio by myself was when I sang for Mason. Which means that Mason must have recorded it and somehow posted it on the band account. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Sam continues to speak. "I have to say you have a wonderful voice. We should do a song together sometime."

Another man approaches not looking up from his phone. I assume this is his manager, but he speaks only to Sam as he says. "Sam we have to be heading out now. You've got a meeting to attend."

Sam just nods to his manager and talks to me as he walks towards the elevator handing me the coffee tray before he enters. "Just so you know I'm serious about doing a song with you. Here's my number, I'll contact you and your band soon."

The elevator doors close and I'm left their standing with an idiotic smile on my face. I rush to the bathroom and splash water on my face, and even pinch myself so I know that really just happened. I look in the mirror and whisper to myself. "Sam Smith said I have a good voice; and he wants to do a song with me. Best. Day. Ever."

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A/N:

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