‘Don’t let him get off topic,’ Bill said as I was gathering my notebook and pen. ‘You’ll kick arse.’
Nervous, I nodded, even though I felt like I’d just undergone shock therapy. All my insides were a jumble, my brain buzzed with fear and excitement.
‘Remember, it’s just an interview. He’s a human being, just like us. Nothing special.’
I nodded again. But deep down, Bill’s words although intended to simplify the situation, meant nothing. This guy was in another stratosphere to me. Rich, famous, fabulous, handsome.
How would I get through this?