The Art of Hockey(#2)

SOPHIA'S P. O. V.
I was so nervous walking into that studio I felt faint.
"Hello. I'm here for my interview." I said to the little old lady who was standing at a counter drawing something.
"Oh hi. Are you Sophia Kincain? Oo that's a pretty name!"
"It's Kincaid, and thank you" I coughed nervously, "It's er Irish cause I'm from Ireland."
"Oh yes. Well come with me and we'll get this interview underway." she said.
We walked into a room in the back that had some beautiful artwork and sculptures all around. I assumed it was her office by the filing cabinets that took over one wall of the room. She sat down in her big leather office chair while I sat in the smaller one across from her.
"So first question, where did you go to school for your art major?" She asked.
"The University of Denver in Colorado. But I also interned with a prestigious artist in Ireland." I replied with confidence in my voice.
"Alright, now how do you work, what's your process?"
"Honestly, I come up with an idea or I'm given a prompt for a painting or a sculpture and I throw myself into it completely." I said "I usually stay up late with music and I just let the creativity flow!"
"That sound like somebody else I know." She said pointing at her self, smiling.
"Haha yes, I do beleive that everyone has a bit of an artist in themself." I said smiling, my lightly freckled face brighting.
"Alright, so I heard from Dakota that you are or were in a rather tough position in Europe, trying to seel your work. May I ask why?"
"Oh, yes of course." I coughed looking at the woman in her eyes, "Well as you would probaly imagine Europe isn't exactly the easiest place for a young artist to begin their jourey into the prestigous art world." I broke eye contact and fiddled my thumbs. "But the people nowa days are more interested in the person behind the canvas and not the art itself. It was more about stature and position. And well it's always been my mum and I and it's a struggle but I've gotten far." I continued my smile still mounted on my face, " That's when Dakota offered me a job here and well here I am." I said finishing.
The woman smiled at my cheerfulness and looked down at her paper and scribbled something down.
"Well Ms. Kincaid it was a pleasure meeting you. I'll contact you later." she said getting up.
"Does that mean I've gotten the job?" I asked my irish accent coming out a wee bit stronger.
"Yes, it does seem that way." She smiled at me walking out the room.
I looked out the big window and breathed in deeply to let out a small squeel jumping a bit. 'Oh I've got to tell Dakota, she'll be so proud!' I thought as I made my way out of the building and into the snowy streets. The cold wind slapping me in my face- blinding me momentarily. I lift my hand to block the wind and I accidentally trip over my long scarf as I walked to me car.
"I'll just pretend that didn't happen." I whispered to myself the smile still plasterd on me face as I opened the car door.

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