Celebrity Interview: Chapter Eight: Simon and Sarah
When the boys left, I grabbed my laptop and plugged it in to charge. Hopefully I already had Wi-Fi, otherwise I'd have to go to a café to do all my work.
As I was checking for wireless networks, my cell phone rang.
I sighed, then reluctantly picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello, Miss. This is Sarah."
I smiled despite my mood. "Sarah, there's no need to be so formal. Please, call me Ray-Ray."
She laughed on the other end. "Okay, then Ray-Ray. Mr. Cowell asked me to say that he wants you to come in to discuss the last details of the track-list."
"Okay, do you have my studio schedule?
"Yes, I do. Let me find it real quick." I could hear paper rustling as she tried to find it. "Aha! Here it is." I quickly went to Notepad so I could type the schedule down as she started talking again. "Monday through Wednesday between five to nine is studio, then all day Thursday you have radio interviews all over London, then on Friday you have another all day interview day, this time with magazines and such."
I whistled, overcome with stress at just knowing how much work I had this week. "And when do I need to be in for the meeting with Simon?"
"Uh, half an hour?" she sounded sorry.
I sighed. "Yeah, I'll be there. Can you send me directions per change?"
She laughed. "Of course; we can't have you running around London all day, can we?"
I smiled, even though she couldn't see. "Of course not, Sarah. I'll see you soon then."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye," I hung up my phone and sighed again.
So much for checking for Wi-Fi, I thought.
I'd just have to do it when I got back.
After calling a cab, I checked my e-mail on my phone and my mood brightened considerably. Mom had sent me an e-mail.
To: Ray-Ray Simpson
From: Mom
Hey, baby girl! How's London? Probably rainy, huh?
Call me tonight and we can talk all about it.
Love you!
Mom : )
Even a small e-mail from Mom could brighten my mood.
I laughed as I sent a quick reply back.
To: Mom
From: Ray-Ray Simpson
Hi, Mom! London's nice, but the jetlag stinks. =(
I have to go meet Simon at HQ, but I'll call you tonight.
Love you too!
-Ray-Ray <3
I laughed again as I sent it, knowing she'd laugh at the "HQ" part. We had been joking about Simon's building being more like a head quarters for a special secret agency with super-talented people. It ended up being pretty funny in the end when we kept going on about it.
As the cab pulled up, I got in and told him the address that Sarah had e-mailed me, along with a detailed route to take. Sarah obviously didn't do things half way.
"So what are doing at Syco?" the cab driver asked. He was a middle aged man wearing a plaid button up shirt and black jeans. His eyes looked at me through the mirror in front of him as he maneuvered through the crowded streets of London.
"I'm going to a meeting."
He narrowed his eyes at me through the rear-view mirror. "You look familiar. What's your name?"
I smiled politely at him as I replied, "Ray-Ray Simpson."
His eyebrows raised. "Ah, little miss Ray-Ray. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Paul."
I nodded my head at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Paul."
Throughout the drive, Paul kept cracking jokes that I had no choice but to laugh at.
