Why Don't We: Europe Tour

The Beginning

( Kaya's POV) lifelime

Today was that day. The day young people dreaded. Job interview. I had gotten the email that a new assistant manager was needed for this band called Why Don't We. I got up outta bed at 7:30 sharp and immediately went to the bathroom to get ready. I wore a gray paint suit and black heels. I did my hair in a high bun and put on a little makeup. Not to much though, I didn't want to look desperate. Then, I walked out to the kitchen where my resumé was sitting. I grabbed it and slipped it in my bag but then brought it out again to read over it and add a little. Then I slipped it in my bag and ran out the door to my car. I arrived at the place with 30 minutes to spare. You take a deep breath and think "Whoo, I thought was going to be late." You step out of the car and walk in. A receptionist is sitting at a desk in front of you. "Hello, I'm here for my interview with Tyler Seavey." "Ummmm Kaya?" You nod and she glances at her computer. "Step through those doors and take a right." "Thank you." You say straight faced  and walk through the doors. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you were getting nervous. You sit at the desk looking straight ahead at a picture of what you think is the boys. "Hello Ms. Peters, I'm Tyler and I will be interviewing you today for the job as Assistant Manager ." You shake his hand and take out your resumé. He glances over it giving nods and small smiles at it. "How old are you?" He asks looking at your age on the paper. "I'm 18." He glances up surprised. "Have you had a job before? Anything like this?" "Yes, I helped manage Beyoncé and Cardi B when I was 16." "How come I've never heard of you?"  You just look at him. "Okay well everything looks good and we will get back to you in the next 48 hours." You stand up and shake his hand. You turn and walk out the door.

(Lisette's POV) -ANGELICHERRON

It was 9:30 and my interview was at 10:00. I quickly put on a black dress and did a little makeup while straightening my hair. I'm a great multitasker. I ran out to my kitchen counter, grabbed my folder and bag, keys and ran out of my apartment. I was applying for a the photography position for Why Don't We. They had a Europe tour and Zack had quit so I decided to apply. I got in my car and sped to the place where I would have the interview. I parked and grabbed my stuff. I took a deep breath and opened the door. A young lady walked out wearing a grey pant suit looking quite happy. I walked up to the receptionist and before I could speak, she said "through the doors and take a right." You where taken by surprise and followed her directions. You stand at the doorway and see a man sitting at a desk. He looks up. "Hello! I'm Tyler. Are you Lisette?" Good well come have a seat." I shake his hand and sit down. I hand him your portfolio and resumé. He glances over it and then looks at the pictures. "How old are you?" "I'm 18 sir." I say and he continues to look at my pictures. "I've taken pictures for a couple people. Macklemore, OneRepublic, Camilla Cabello and Drake." I say rubbing my hands on my legs. "Wow, these are very impressive and your resumé looks amazing. Um, I will get back to you in the next 48 hours. Oh! One more thing, why did you want this job?" I think for a moment and then respond " I wanted to do something with my life and get money to travel the world." He smiles. "Well, have a good day and I will contact you soon." I wave and walk out. "That was fun." I think.

(Finley's POV) annabseavey

It was that morning. The morning I didn't want to get stressed but no. I forgot to iron my outfit, I couldn't find my keys and my hair had not stayed curled. "Finley, breath it'll be okay." I say to myself as I put my outfit in the steamer for 10
minutes. I walk into the bathroom and put my long dirty blond hair into a tight bun. I then get out my outfit. I had a high waisted blue pleated skirt and tucked in white shirt with dark blue flats. I then rush out to the living room, grab my bag and then look for my keys. They end up being by my easel and brushes. I get in my car and drive to the place. When I arrive, I see a girl in a black dress walking out. I walk in and check in with the receptionist. She tells me 5-10 minutes. I sit and take it my phone. After about 7 minutes, I hear some voices and look up. Five boys are walking out of the double doors and they are laughing. As they walk out, one of them, with the deepest ocean eyes I've ever seen, looks at me and smiles with a little wink. " Ms. Little. I turn your head and see another guy standing at the door looking at me. I stand up and walk to him. "Hello, I'm Tyler Seavey and I will be interviewing you today." I smile and follow him to a office. I sit in a chair right in front of the desk and put my papers on the desk. He looks through them. "You made clothes for Cardi B, One Direction, Beyoncé, Adele?" "Yes a few more if you look down the page." He smiled and continue to look through things. "Well, tell me about yourself." "Well, I'm 19, I love to dance and paint. I would say I'm pretty optimistic and I can be very bubbly." "Very well, everything looks great and I will contact you in the next 48 hours." I get up, shake Tyler's hand then turn. "Hey Tyler I..." I turn and hit a chest. "Whoa! Sorry." We both say. I look up and see the beautiful eyes I saw earlier. We turn past each other and you walk out with the biggest grin.

(Alyssa's POV) imalyssabesson05

I was in my car, headed to a interview. I had woken up and put on a pencil skirt and floral top. My hair was is a low braid. I was speeding down the freeway and almost got pulled over but didn't so yeah. I pulled into the parking lot and got out. I watched a girl in a blue outfit walk out of the building. She looked very happy. I get out of my car only to realize I forgot my bag. I look at my watch and see I have 30 minutes. "Whyyyyyy." I get back in my car and zoom home. I ran into my house and grab my bag. As I'm running out, I break my high heel. "Shit!" I scream and grab your black flats. I run back to your car and zoom back to the place. I run in and stop at the receptionist. She points me  through the door and I walk into the office. "You are late." "I'm so sorry, my shoe broke and I forgot my sheet and..." The guy holds up a hand and motions for me to sit. I sit and hand him my  papers. "Your resumé looks good and you seem like a descent person. Tell me about yourself." "I've scheduled big events and worked for big people. I've scheduled the Super Bowl, Grammies, Oscars, Jingle Balls, Coachella. I love space. I'm 20. Yeah." "Great. You sound amazing for the job. I will contact you in the next 48 hours." I stand up to walk out. "Wear some shoes next time." He says and I look down and see I forgot my shoes. I laugh embarrassed and walk out very fast. "Great job Alyssa." I think head to your car.

(Avalon's POV) boringbesson

It was the morning of my interview and I was up right on time. I got out of bed and then went to the bathroom. I put my hair half up then put on some makeup. When I finish, I put on my red dress and black shoes. Walking out to the kitchen, I see my stuff set out and ready to go. I grab a banana a head to my car. I put the directions into the GPS and head off. On my way, I see a Starbucks. "Resist, you got this Avalon, after!" I make it and head to the place. I pull up and see my neighbor walking out of the building. "Hey Alyssa!" I say stepping out of my car. She runs over to me. "Why are you barefoot?" She just shrugs and walks away. "Okay?" I think and walk into the building. "Hello I'm Avalon. I'm here for the job interview for the band." "Yes, right through those doors." The receptionist points and I walk through. I walk into a office and see a guy sitting at the desk. "Hello!" He says looking up and smiling. "Have a seat." I sit and hand him my papers. "You don't look like a security guard." He says. "I thought this was for Head of Security?" I say confused. He laughs, "Yes it is. I'm just messing with you. Everything looks great. One question, how old are you?" " I am 19." He nods. Standing up, he says "I will contact you in the next 48 hours. Thank you for your time." I shake his hand a walk out. That was easy.