It was heavy raining in Toronto and my day started in an horrible way. I started my career as a young journalist after investing my money and time at university. It took me ages to find contracts but I moved away from my Montreal home and finally been offered this job. I earned it hard and I was proud of working my ass off, proving I could do anything and that writing was my passion. Though, I never thought this day would change my life forever. I was soaking wet, my feet all drenched and droplets of water falling from my strands of hair as I open the door to The Globe And Mail headquarters. This was supposed to be the same kind of day, always the same routine writing as a junior writer in one of the biggest news outlet of the country. I went to the bathroom fixing my clothes, hair and light make-up then I walked to my boss office, coffee in hand, with my notebook in the other one.

"Take a seat", Mr. Brown, the chief, told me. "Here's your assignments for the next days. I will need your documents completed by next week for the special issue. I hope you don't mind to meet one of the biggest band of the planet right now", he smiled.

"Mr. Brown, everything will be fine. I'm very professional and you won't regret it. I'll take the challenge very seriously," I said with confidence. I had so much ambition that I was ready to impress anyone and climb the steps to get better, improve myself and, who knows, maybe being recognised by more outlets one day.

"Thank you, see you later, and don't forget to close the door while going out of my office. Also, all the details for your meetings are announced in the files I gave you. If you have any questions, let me know, I'll be available to answer them," my boss reassured me.

I smiled a little, wishing my boss a good day and thanking him and went back to my office space. I took a deep breath and opened the files. I needed to write a few single sont reviews. Ok, this would be so easy to put everything in words if I find a little glimpse of inspiration. Then, Mr. Brown listed meetings and features I should work on. My heart jumped when I saw the name of the band I had to interview. One Direction. They were about to be in town on the next Friday and had to promote their new album Four. I kinda liked their sound, I wasn't an hardcore fan, but I knew in advance that I would have to make it through chaos, especially since the boys love to clown. Yeah, I felt in my guts that it will be quite a challenge.

I decided to take a little coffee and toastie break then I went back and drove myself into an intense researching session. I meticulously chose the questions, wrote a lot and tried to make my articles and my meetings preparation the more professional way I could. Time went by and I totally forgot to eat as I grabbed some lunch at the end of the day and returned to my flat. My tiny home. I turned on the television to watch the local news and relax. It was the same old stories, nothing really original. I found myself asleep on the couch hours later, flying high in the sea of dreams.

Days flew away so fast that I was a little bit stressed about that meeting with the band who were stealing every girls heart. I didn't want to be that kind of superficial girlie we saw on the gossipy TV shows. I just wanted to be myself, feeling human and natural. I put on simple blue jeans and a plain white blouse and a leather jacket. I barely put lipgloss and makeup, yeah I'm not that type of girlie. I took a deep and heavy breath and packed my bag to go to my appointment. Nervosity hitted back at me. Of course, I'm used to meet musicians since I got this job, but what if the interview goes wrong? I tried not to think about it too much, but i had butterflies flying around in my stomach. I took my time and entered the old building. Shakily, I walked in the corridor and found the room where five young lads sitting and laughing.

-"Hi!" I said shyly.

- "Hello lovely", said Niall with his thick Irish accent, "Nice to meet ya, what's your name?

-"Happy to meet ya too guys, I'm Melanie but everyone call me Mel ahah," I replied, "Hope you are alright, we don't have much time apparently, so I'll try to get to the essential facts, I laughed lightly, trying to keep it as natural as possible.

-It's okay darling, said Liam

-We'll take as much time as needed, management can wait, laughed Louis

I totally melted hearing their beautiful voice tones, especially Liam one. I was so nervous and tried to hide it. We talked a bit about the album, their future projects and I focused myself on key points that were music related only. I was so pissed off about the management who asked me to speak about their personal lives. I was rebel, I know. I'll show my boss and the management that fans don't want the narratives. That they were fun humans. I wasn't afraid to lose my job. I just wanted to work with morals and ethics. Of course, I had to concentrate because of Louis sassy side. Harry was joking constantly and Zayn was the quieter one. Niall was funny and charming too as well as Liam. They were really gentlemen and nothing like what our medias were painting them in their articles. An hour later, I left the building and went home. My boss asked me to review the concert tonight to complete the whole feature in the paper. In the shower, thoughts were floating around my head. What if my boss didn't like my writing style or what I expose in my text? Will he fire me? Will my article be original enough? I dried myself and I put my dress on, took my purse and my press card with my jacket and went out from my flat to the arena jumping in a taxi. There were thousands of screaming girls. I was wondering where I would go to take my seat as there was a sea of people waiting so my anxiety ramped up. I tried to find my way in, trying to stay calm. Some guard saw my press card that was dangling on my neck and he led me to a different hallway. I breathe softly and deeply until the security man brought me to some room where all the journalists were. I felt like I was melting. I felt so uncomfortable with all these gossipy headline writers. All I wanted was the concert to be done and going to sleep home. The security then brought us to our seats and I could enjoy the songs. The boys were so energetic, fun and talented, I fell in love with their presence on stage. When the show finished I hopped back in a taxi home. I was tired but this eventful day could not have ended better.