When I made it to the big building, with the double glass door, I couldn't help but stop and stare. The building had a beige color, and was in a oldish style. It looked really... British? Can you say that? Probably. Well, it was pretty, and the view over Hyde Park had to look amazing. For the first time, I felt nervousness set in for real. I breathed in deeply, praying in my silent mind that the guys in the band would be nice enough, I would hate it if they were a bunch of douchebags. I was well aware of the fact that they were at my age, and that they probably were attractive, I mean... Most famous people are. Don't you think I'm stupid, I knew who they were. I didn't remember exactly how they looked, so I wouldn't recognise them if I saw them on the street, but as far as I knew then they had made a huge hit called something with beautiful. I think it was: What makes you beautiful.
But as I was about to say, they were probably smoking - like in smoking hot, not cigarettes or joints, but they were probably doing that as well... Oh, shit, sorry. Let's just say that I wouldn't be surprised if they were attractive. Though I enjoyed attractive guys more than most people I knew, I would never find it extremely weird to sleep with someone I worked for. They were like my bosses now, and that just seemed wrong somehow. I guess I had to try to focus on my job, instead of their looks.
I took one final deep breath, and took a step closer to the door, that opened up for me. Wow, really? I almost felt famous, walking into pretty building with glass walls that are opening for me, and security gards in the hall, and a woman with glasses behind a desk.
I didn't know if I just should walk into the elevator to floor five, or if I should walk up to the woman. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled slightly. The smile seemed forced, but I tried not to mind. Instead I just walked straight to the elevators, without looking around in the room. I didn't want to look lost, which I wasn't, I was just new, and nervous.
I pressed the button and it started to light in a slight yellow color. I could tell by the numbers over the elevator door which floor that the elevator was on, 5... 4, 3... 2... 1, and finally the doors opened. Like I always did, I stepped aside to let the people inside step out. But the only person I saw was a guy, a bit older than me.
When our eyes met, my heart stopped beating, not because of emotions, but in clear shock. He just walked out, and passed me. I recognised him, I swore I did. But from where? I turned my head, and just as I had done that he did the same. I wrinkled my forehead, and fast looked away.
Well... That was weird.
I just had to figure out where I knew him from. The door in front of me were slowly closing, and I fast stepped inside, and pressed the button that said '5'. Some slow elevator music was playing, and I couldn't help but find it funny, but only for a short while. Cause when I stood there I tried hard to place the guy I just had seen, it had felt like deja vu. I wish that I could've had a few more seconds to look at him, maybe I would know then. I tried not to worry about it.
When the elevator stopped at floor five, I fast stepped out, afraid that the door might would close again, which was silly, cause they didn't close that fast. I was standing in a hall, like a hotel hall, with a carpet floor, and plenty lots of doors. I tried to remember what door it was that I had to find. I didn't really remember it, but as I walked down the hall I passed another glass door, with the number: 619, and I fast remembered it. This glass door was not with visible glass, all I could see was silhuettes on the other side. I nervously placed my fist close to the glass, and then I knocked.
