Prologue
"Cristina, you need to understand you will be working for one of the hottest boy bands of thecentury. Can you handle it?" Liane, the head makeup artist on XFactor asks me. Apparently
Simon Cowell had told her they needed someone to go on the road with the boys from One
Direction, what with their touring and everything. I had so graciously been selected, though no
one seemed to trust me.
"Yes, I know I can. I don;t even know who they are." I tell her for what felt for the hundredth
time. I had never worked on them during the XFactor, Liane had, so I wasn't really well acquainted, and I din't really listen to their music.
"Alright. Here's your contract," Liane says, slipping a piece of paper towards me. I sigh in relief leaning forward to read the terms of the contract
pretty straight forward, be prepared for when the guys need readjustments in between songs, have to travel with them for both UK and American tour, blah blah blah.
At the bottom, though, they had what they quoted as a personal clause. I quickly scanned it over, not really understanding what the point of it was.
Personal Clause:
Rule One:-Do not kiss
Rule Two- Do meet families friends
Rule Three- Absolutely no dating of the boys
Rule Four- No photographs
*In summary, the applicant has no right to a relationship with the members of the bad on a personal lover, or the contract and applicant will be terminated
immediately.
I thought it was weird that they decide to mention the last note and I shrug, signing the bottom of the page. "Before I take this, you're sure you can handle not dating
the boys?' Liane asks, sounding like a teenager. I fight the urge to roll my eyes and nod.
"I think I can handle it." I tell her, and she nods, taking my contract and filing it away.
"Welcome to the One Direction team." She says simply, holding out her hand to me.
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