5: The Interview

Lance POV:

Today was a nice, lazy Saturday. No school work for Lance, other than his song he had to finish by Monday, so he could turn it in. (AN: IDK how college days work I'm guessing heh) And other than that he had house work. As soon as he woke up, he took the trash out, washed and dried the dishes, cleaned the whole house. He also did his part on the farm, too, and fed the chickens. Then, he made breakfast-scrambled eggs, sausage, and biscuits with glasses of milk or OJ. The first to come down was his mother and father, followed by his older sister, Veronica, and the others. "My, mijo, this looks amazing." His mother told him, beaming as she took a seat, and began to eat. "Where do you find the time?" Veronica asked, taking a seat as well, and digging in as everyone else did. "Its called waking up early." He answered rolling his eyes. His sister was the one who slept late. "But I can't talk now, I have school work to finish." He rushed back to his room, wondering how to finish his song, and closed his door behind him. Then, he grabbed his notebook, a pencil, and sat on his bed, staring at the sheet of paper. An hour later,he made no progress. So, he took his work outside, where he walked around, trying to get some inspiration.

Keith POV:

Keith woke up at seven on Saturday morning. He dressed as nice as he could-in his all red biker outfit. He put his hair in its low ponytail style. He brushed his teeth. He put deodorant on. Then, he was out the door, on his bike, headed for his destination.

Forty minutes later, he arrived at a tall building, made of black steel, and floor to ceiling windows. He parked, and went through the front, towards the desk. "Name?" Asked the woman behind it. "Keith Kogane. I'm here for-" "Second floor, elevator on the left." She answered, plainly, and he took a left to see the elevator. He pressed the up button and waited patiently. Five minutes later, or something like that, it dinged, and opened, letting another man off. Keith nodded to him in a greeting, and the man nodded back, then continued on his way. Keith ran into the elevator, glad to have it to himself, and pressed the button with a two on it. The shift closed, and went up a floor, then opened. He walked out, facing the door in front of him, and knocked. "Come in." Said the voice he'd been on call with the day before. He opened the door, and stepped in, closing it behind him. The office was vast, decorated with black couches, pillows, and chairs. A fireplace stood to the left. A desk sat in front of him, and in that chair, sat a white-haired man with fair skin, and dark eyes. He wore a black suit, with matching pants, and shoes. He looked up at Keith. "Your Keith, right? Good, have a seat, we shall start now." He obeyed and took his seat.

An hour later, he was done, and received the news instantly. The man, now known as Shiro, sat back, placing his fingertips together. "You got the job, Keith. I'll supply you with the camera, and everything, but your first assignment is to take pictures of an everyday college student for an ad we're making. Can you do that?" Keith nodded, barley able to hold back his excitement, and took the camera that was handed to him. "Thank you, sir, you won't regret it." Shiro chuckled. "I'm sure I won't. Now, go on, your pictures are due Tuesday, alright?" "Yes, sir." He walked out, and drove home, trying to decide who to take pictures of.