Acting Like A Guy

Today I have an interview with a record company called Rise Records, they have a band going on an American tour then a European tour and are in need of a photographer. I'm happy to have a call back for an interview so I'm going try my hardest to get the job.

“I’ll be waiting right here for you, good luck” Alex hugged me tightly then I got hopped of his Mustang, I checked myself in the mirror. I looked the spitting imagine of Alex, if I was actually a boy we’d be identical.

“Okay, I'm going in” I shut the car door and walked up to the entrance of the big building, if I pull this off then I’ll be doing what I want. I pushed big door with a little force and walked into the air conditioned foyer that held one big reception desk with two women sitting at it. I approached the desk with ease, I have to act like I deserve this well I do deserve this job.

“Welcome to Rise Records, how may I help you?” she asked looking up from her computer with a smile.

“Hi, I'm Alexander Dallas. I'm here for an interview with Ross Waverly” the girl nodded her head slowly and typed things on the computer.

“If you take the elevator to the fourth floor and go to room thirteen” she read off the screen smoothly with a smirk on her face, she better not be hitting on me because that would be disgusting. I nodded and got in the elevator. I never get nervous in interview because I only apply for jobs I should get or deserve because I have worked my ass off to get it. This time I really have worked my ass off, I mean I'm dressed as a guy for god sake.

I check my outfit in the mirrored elevator, I'm wearing Alex’s old clothes from when he was like fifteen that hid all my womanly curves and I have had to wrap up my boobs. I cut all my hair off so it fall across my forehead and ends just under my ears. People might say that what I'm doing is extreme but I want to prove a point.

I walk down the hall way of the fourth floor, passing by all different doors that hold other people’s future. My future is behind door thirteen and I just want it to start now because then I’ll be happy. I get to thirteen, take a deep breath and knock loudly on the door.

“Come in” A guy shouted, presumably Ross Waverly. I opened the door and walked in. “Alexander it’s nice to meet you in person” Ross stood up from his desk and shook my hand. I looked down on the desk and saw that some of my recent photos sat there, ones of my younger siblings and a small punk band that was kind enough to let me take pictures of them during a show.

“Yeah, right back at you” I looked up at him.

“Your good at what you do, how long have you been taking photos?” he asked motioning for me to sit in the seat in front of his desk. I took a seat and so did Ross.

“Since I was about 4, I would always take photos on family vacations or at birthdays. Stuff like that” Ross nodded and picked up one of the photos from the small punk band.

“When did you realised you wanted to take photo’s of musicians because your pretty damn good at it?” he leaned back in his chair and looked at me longing for my answer.

“I realised that I want to capture moments in people lives went they help people, so musicians’ help people threw music by giving them something to relate to and I want to capture those memories” Ross nodded, the questions went on for just under an thirty minutes and the other part of the interview was taking about this soccer game that was on right now. I prefer soccer to football, my favourite team is Arsenal and that’s the actual me not Alex talking.

Ross told me he’d be in touch about the job so I basically ran out the building and jumped straight into Alex’s car. “Holy shit Ali, how’d it go?” Alex asked pulling his seat up and starting the car.

“It went so good Alex, I hope I get this” he started to reverse out of the driving spot. “Aw, I was scared in case he realised I was a girl”

“You make a pretty good man Ali” I scowled at Alex and hit him. “Sorry but isn't it a good thing?” I rolled my eyes at him and started to take the bandages off my boobs, they’re really uncomfortable.

“I suppose, do you think I’ll be able to keep this up for the 3 months?” I asked climbing into the back-seat so I can get changed out of these stupid clothes.

“Yeah, I won’t be that hard. You just need to remember that I'm your sister not your brother” I laughed and took off the baseball shorts I had on. I pulled on my super skinny jeans so the fitted my figure perfectly, then I put my bra on under the shirt.

“Okay Ali” he chuckled as I imitated him and he turned into our apartment complex. I took the shirt off and put mine over my stomach. “Now let’s go, party!” I cheered climbing out the car feeling comfortable in my own clothes.

I raced ahead of Alex so I can lock him out of the apartment. We share a huge 5 bedroom apartment with 3 other friends; it’s good so Alex won’t be alone when I hopefully get this job. I climbed the 4 flights of stairs because I always race Alex. I get into the apartment before Alex and lock the door.

“Ali’s home” Josh yelled from the sofa, Callum and Marie sat round the room all with drinks in their hands.

“Hey guys” I skipped over and lay on one of sofas. “Be a doll Josh and get me a drink” I smirked over at him, since its Friday that means party night. He rolled his eyes and got up “Oh and can you let Alex in”

“You need to stop locking him out” He laughed walking to the door. I will never stop locking Alex out of the house; we've both have done it since we were like 5. I kicked my converse off and went to my room to put proper party clothes on to go out tonight.

I put on a tight fitting black dress with some high heeled boots, a big necklace and bracelet. I put make-up on my eyes and then the make-up I used was put in a small black clutch. I can get ready quick since I cut my hair. I walked out the same time as Alex walked out in a shirt and black jeans.

“You suck” he muttered shoving me a little “But you look pretty”

“Aw Alex, you look so cute in your shirt and stuff” I grabbed his cheeks and make kissy faces at him. He slapped my hand away with a small chuckle and we walked into the lounge room. “When do we go out parting?”

“When you two finish this drink” Josh handed both of us a shot of something green, I tipped my head back letting the alcohol burn my throat. “Okay, let’s go good looking” I linked my arm with his and we left our big apartment. Time to live my last couple weeks of being a girl.

Notes

I've had this idea for a while so I'm starting it off, hope everyone likes it :)

Ali's Party Outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111400831