12

Wearing a white blouse and dark blue jean with my black boots and black leather jacket I stepped out of my house carrying only a handbag and hair tied high into a ponytail. I took a cab and went straight to the destination. It was 10.45 as I reached the broadcast station. I still had time. I put on my shades and walked into the office. The receptionist asked me if I needed help. I informed her about John and she called him instantly.

She showed her way to one meeting room upstairs. I went in the doors and to my surprise, I witnessed a magic, all the members of our disqualified team 21 seven, girls and the one guy I forgot name waiting there. Amy rushed over "Oh my God. It's you. Krystal. I can't believe they have called all of us."

"Amy how are you.? Oh my god. They called the whole team.?" I asked in surprise. We walked over to the others. "I'm sorry guys I forgot the names. I'm Nezha. Please tell me all of yours this time."

"That's your name?" the guy asked. "I thought Amy told me its Krystal."

"That's my pen name," I told them.

"yeah. Seriously. we didn't even ask about it last time."

"Hey Nezha I'm Charly a short haired girl came forward and gave me a hug. She acted as the heroine in my script pairing with Mr. Handsome. I looked around the room again, my eyes searching for him, and he was the only person not there. I felt relaxed when I knew he hasn't made it to here.

"I'm Tony" the guy shook hands with me.

"We should thank Dylan for this," Amy said. "If not him, if he didn't buy this place and kicked all those old hags out none of us would have met seriously. I saw him today morning and we talked. He is so cool. Totally a different person from the guy we met two years back." She went on chirping telling me and Charly.

"who?" I asked her.

"your hero of the story. Our handsome guy. Dylan. You forgot about him?" My heart sunk on the spot.

"Dylan. Don't you know.?"

"aah him!" I stopped with that. My heart stopped beating right there. 'That's his name. Dylan. Dylan.' I faked a smile and sat there not speaking much further about him but Amy went on chirping. "He is the director now of the DS group. He manages this Broadcast Station. He bought it last year and kicked every single people and imported new team here. It is them who found your script. He told me he had a hard time finding the writer. He said if the writer agrees we will proceed with this project and we all get the chance." I was shocked again at the words she said in the last. 'I have come well dressed to the lion's den to become the dinner.' I thought. I started planning ways to run away from here but it was too late. And someone entered the meeting room and he looked like a forgotten face I have once seen before.