The Interview

Penelope...

Those heavy sounds of leather shoes against the wooden floor, was what made us look up from our gadgets and notebooks. There were two men walking side by side. I guessed the one on the left was the artist because of his continous fidgeting while the other one looked like he was trying to calm him. Again and again, he loosened his tie and then tightened it again. Even when they approached us, this nervous reck of a guy looked everywhere except at us. It was actually kind of amusing seeing someone like this. In my years of working in this profession, I have come across many artists, most of them experienced, senior ones. So working with a new artist was different. I still somehow think that it was kind of an insult to me to have been given this assignment, but I guess I should make the best of it. The one on the right finally extends his hand and says,