Life after Marriage

It was a 20 min drive to the Tv station. I took my pumps in both my hands and rushed out of the subway station to hire a taxi. Everyone walking past me were staring at me. I know its looks weird in whatever state I am in right now. After reaching the road ,I waved my hand to stop a taxi that was passing by. Thank God he stopped. I got inside the taxi and looked at the time. Oh God Im really late. I told the taxi driver to hurry up. I was sweating heavily. My face looked dirty and I decided to give myself a small touch up. I opened my bag and took my small make-up kit. I applied lipstick on my lips and I applied foundation with a brush on my face. I looked nervous and tried to hold my fear back. I burried my head inside my hands. The time was ticking 4:10. I am already 10 mins late. I decided to call Roger and let him know my late arrival. I searched for my phone in my bag and everywhere around me.
IT WAS MISSING.
The last time I used my phone was when I spoke to Roger right before falling on the platform. Suddenly I remembered the person who caught me from falling off. I felt guilty that I didn't get a chance to thank him. If he didn't pull me back I would have been dead by now.
Okay .... Coming back to the phone, I must have dropped it somewhere on the platform or in the tracks. I prayed to god that it mustn't be the tracks. My body was shaking tremendously. Every contact I knew was on that phone. I couldn't even imagine surviving without it. To add even more sugar to this situation ,I forgot to memorise Roger's number. Great!
My mind started asking me so many questions ... How am I going to contact Roger? How am I going to retrieve all the numbers I have stored in my mobile ? How am I gonna read the news ? Am I in?
After a few minutes , the taxi arrived at the Tv station. I payed my fare and rushed to a nearby payphone.
“Hello ”
“ Hello” I answered.
“Eve is that you ?” Louis answered.
“ Louis I have a situation. I missed my phone in a train station” I cried. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
“The only number I remembered was yours. I don't remember anybody else's number” I wiped my tears using my other hand.
I talked to Louis for a few seconds and explained him everything. He assured me that he will call my number and find out if anyone was carrying it. He advised me to stop crying and face the consequences bravely. He also added that he would come pick me up but I rejected his offer. I assured him that I would hire a cab back home. I didn't wanted to disturb the love birds.
I walked into the Tv station barefoot. The Tv station was pleasant. I walked along the small road leading inside the station with trees planted on either side of the road. I asked a security regarding the location of Set.no.3.
As per his intructions I ran bare foot to find the set. On my way I was mesmerised to see various persons disguised as spiderman, cinderella, James bond. They must be acting in a cartoon program I guess.
Finally I arrived at Set.no.3. Two men were standing in the entrance. I ran towards them.
“ Excuse me? Im the newsreader today, Please let me in .. Im already 30 min late “ I shouted furiously.
“ Calm down mam. Tonight's news reader is Carla Dewey and she is already here” One of the two men told me.
What Carla Dewey ,the altime famous news reader is doing the show today?
“ Mr.Roger asked me to meet me today ! You are telling me that Carla is doing the show? WTF?” I was pissed off.
“ Calm Down mam. I'll let Roger know that you are here” A tall guy assured me. He walked inside the studio asking me to stay outside.
“Carla is doing the show today ! ” I whispered to myself. I was confused and I couldn't control my emotions.
The sky was thundering and it was stormy and it started to get darker. I walked towards a bench and sat on it. My face became red and I held my tears in my throat. I waited for an hour and no one appeared. Drops of rain water started dripping on my face. I looked at the sky in pain. My body started to shiver and I crossed my hands across my body.
A few minutes later I saw a tall guy walking out of the set and a few people were following him. He was talking with a women at the nearby food stall inside the studio. I could see only his back. He was wearing a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans. A man approached him and he turned towards my side revealing his identity.
I felt that something inside me is pulling me towards him. I was looking at him and instantly thinking,
“I have seen you somewhere”
I starred at him for a few seconds. Its like Deja Vu. I had a strong feeling like I know him for years. He smiled at the guy he was talking to and directed him somewhere. Before going back inside his eyes caught mine. We were fifty mts apart. He looked at me in surprise and held back a strange smile. A chill ran down my spine and my blood rushed through my viens.
He's got curly hair that I would love to run my fingers through and the cutest dimple ever. We were both looking at each other.
“ Miss.Parker” I heard a voice behind me. I turned my attention towards the voice.
It was Roger. I shooted him a furious glare.
“ Where the hell were you? What about my show ? Is Carla doing the show today?” I boiled in rage.
“Im sorry Miss.Parker, Carla Dewey is absolutely fine so there is no need of you ” He told me causually.
“ What? Absolutely fine”
“ She was sick a few days ago and our producer asked me to look for substitues ”
“ You pathetic idiot! Are you ******* kidding me? You said I was in and now you say that I am a substitute and you are not the ******* producer” I screamed hysterically and grab hold of his shirt collar.
Everyone were looking at us. Roger looked around us and noticed the curly haired guy. He was shocked to see him and he seemed nervous.
“ Let me ... talk to the Producer ... Leave my shirt first lady .. he ordered me to .... send you away !” he stammered and pushed my hands away and looked at the curly haired guy. His face was filled with terror seeing him.
Immediately , he placed the list of papers that he was holding, on a bench and ran towards the curly haired guy. Roger was pointing out to me and whispering something to him. I narrowed my eyes and looked at them.
“Who the hell was the producer” I wondered.
I took Roger's papers and ran through it. There were a few names on the list including mine and someone has striked all the names including mine.
I put the papers down and tears started to roll down my cheeks.I didn't want to cry in front of everyone. I understood that I was one among the many who auditioned. Carla dewey has already signed to do the show yet Roger was playing blindly with me ... sorry us.
I was a substitue along with few others.
I noticed that the curly haired guy started walking towards me and Roger rushed inside the set. When he came closer to me, I felt shivers through my body. I don't know why I feel this way. I know him only for the past 2 minutes and I feel like I know him for years.
“ Miss.Parker” his green eyes gleamed at me. I blinked a few times looking at him.
“ Excuse me”
“ Yes ... and you ... are?” I stammered.
“ Im Harry Styles and I am the producer ” He said with a knowing smile.
I was completely atonished from his answer. So this was the guy who rejected me even though my resume was good.
“ Im sorry but you could never make it inside. You can try somewhere else meeting ..... “
“ Thank you so much for this amazing opportunity”I Interrupt him. My heart started to ache from his filthy words.
I couldn't believe it. He told me that I couldn't make it inside, right in front of me. He underestimated my talent. Pool of water started flowing down my cheeks. He gave me a suprised look after noticing that I was crying.
I took my pumps that lay aside and stormed towards the exit dismantling everything in my path. My mind was filled with depression.I didn't wanted to look back. I was too tired from all these things. I just wanted to go home and lock myself in my room. I have dreamed about this night almost every day. Everything is ruined now. I wouldn't have come here if they had rejected me in the first place.
Small drops of rain turned into big droplets and It started to rain heavily. I became completely wet and I was holding my pumps in my hands. My face swelled and the eyeliner from my eyes rolled down my cheeks.Everyone stared at my disgusting state as I walked bare foot outside the Tv station.
Im sorry but you could never make it inside. You can try somewhere else .....
His words echoed through my whole body.
I hired a taxi back to the apartment. The rain drops were rolling down the taxi window and I counted the number of floors on my way back home.

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