Part Two : The morning of the interview

.... for those of you who missed part one of STARSTRUCK IN EXCESS please read here. first.


..................... I wake up from my short slumber, oh hell it was morning!  I was too excited to sleep properly am buggered and braindead.

On top of that I realise I have to go to work as an 'advertising account manager' and yet somehow.... sneak off to interview Jon Stevens.

I hadn't even begun plotting how I was going to pull that one off.

As if it wasn't challenging enough  that my interview was at 11.30 AM and I had ZERO questions prepared, but I had to tottle into work and attempt to convince my boss I was doing my job!
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I hope my old boss is not reading this.

 If you are, I would like to tell you how fantastic you are,  best boss I have ever had - and I thank-you for my future glowing references that you will give me :-)

I know I'm a bit naughty. But I am ambitious and sometimes that requires me to be deviant.

So morning of.

No questions, no plan how to sneak off to the Century Tavern bar in George St to meet up with Jon Stevens.

It is safe to say I was absolutely freaking out.

I am not exaggerating.

I actually had full fledged panic attacks that morning.

I was completely frozen.

Not only had I not slept from the buzz of it all - but I could not think of a damn question - I was too overwhelmed with the reality of who I was going to meet and what I was meant to produce.

I had both the fear of talking to a rockstar, and the fear that this was my chance to prove something as a wannabe journalist - and I was ill prepared.

So I am trying to write questions down at work, and of course , my phone won't stop ringing

Typically, the slowest most annoying talkers in all of the Country decide to ring me this day with 1000 questions that make me want to throw the phone at the wall.

"How much does it cost for a little ad the size of the one on page 45?" a little old lady asks me at snails pace with my boss sitting behind me so I can't just fob her off.

OH PISS OFF!!!!

Bother someone who cares!

I am trying to channel Molly Meldrum you tightarse!

Wow, I am really beginning to relive the stress of it all as I write!

So freaking. Freaking and now annoying people wasting my precious time.

Next, I did something  that I am not proud of, nor advocate.

Something that I hope you will understand, under the circumstances was my ONLY option.

 I snuck off from work and.... did what any civilised crazy who had no questions prepared to ask a rockstar and was hyperventilating at her desk would do.

I went to the pub.

I couldn't relax enough to think of questions, there was no way in hell that I would be able to have actually interviewed JS if I didn't calm the hell down.

I am not usually an AM drinker. Well I can drink into the AM - but I don't usually start then.

It was a one-off.

A couple of Vodkas later (hey I had to act a little rockstar-ish to get into character)

I had thought up a few questions and thank the heavens, relaxed.

But then .... the manic in me worried that I had become too relaxed.

Anyway to stop the thinking I made my way to the Century Tavern to await Jon.

I had my little pad full of questions, but as I was relaxed now felt I could wing it a bit. You know, being the seasoned journalist and all.

My advertising exec at work who was also one of my besties had me covered for the boss. She knew how important this was for me.

When asked I was out seeing an advertising client.

Little did my boss know I had knocked back a couple of vodkas and was on my way to the Century Tavern to interview the lead singer of Noiseworks.

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