
Shots Not Taken
The Garden
My bed was so comfortable. I must have slept for at least fourteen hours. I woke up at nine in the morning feeling like shit, but that's okay. That's what coffee is for right? I drank three cups before ten and after that I got dressed. It was fairly warm in Boston, the weather said it was supposed to be rainy and about seventy-five degrees out. I dressed up to look professional, not really sure if I was supposed to. I wore a pencil skirt that went down to right before my knees and a white ruffled shirt that I tucked in. I did my hair and makeup too and made sure I looked perfect before I left. I was actually getting nervous which was rare for me. It was about eleven by the time I was ready and I ran out and called for a cab.
"Where to?" He asked.
"The uhh," I pulled out my paper, "Boston Garden."
He smiled and shook his head,
"Vancouver, ey?" He joked.
I was confused as to how he knew where I was from.
"I'm not a stalker or anything, you accent is really thick."
I laughed, "Oh yeah, I was scared for a moment."
The ride was about forty-five minutes with all the morning traffic and I swear we were going to get into an accident. We pulled up and I got out not really sure what to do with myself. Where do I go, how do I get in? I walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Mam, you aren't allowed in without a pass." A security guard said to me.
"Oh, I have an interview with Scott Waughn He didn't really tell me where to go."
"I'll call him down." He said and pulled out his walkie talkie.
"Scott, there is someone here for you."
It took a couple seconds for him to answer.
"Send her to the conference room on the ninth floor."
"Do you know how to get there?" The guard asked me.
"No, I've never been here. Sorry." I said.
"You're fine," he laughed, "follow me."
When I got to the conference room I opened the door feeling nervous about what was behind it.
"Elia!" A man said, "Hi, I'm Scott."
"Hi." I said and shook his hand.
"Okay so I'm just going to ask you some questions and I will review your college stuff and then we will go from there."
"Alright." I said.
He asked me questions about what I knew as he went through my resume and my application.
"You were on the Dean's List all four years I see." He said nodding.
"Mhm."
"And you only had one 'B' throughout those years."
I rolled my eyes and laughed,
"Well I never liked math and Calculus was always hard for me."
He chuckled and continued to read through the papers. He asked me questions here and there, but overall it was not as nerve-racking as I expected.
"So you're an amazing goalie I hear."
"I guess." I said not knowing how to respond.
"You guess? Your save percentage is 0.97 in 64 games. That is amazing!"
"Thank you." I blushed.
After we finished the interview we both stood up.
"I like you Elia and I think you would fit perfectly with the team, but there is only one problem."
He paused and fear swept across my face.
"You hate the Bruins and you love Vancouver." He said laughing.
"Oh jeeze." I said putting my face in my hands, "Jesse told you?"
"Jesse told you what?" Jesse said as he walked toward us.
"Jesse?" I said, "What are you doing here?"
"I work here." He said.
"Oh, you didn't tell me that."
"Well you didn't ask."
"Okay, okay," Scott said.
"I'll be fine," I said, "It's actually starting to grow on me already."
They both laughed.
"Well I'm going to go over some quick things with the big boss and I will let you know." Scott said.
"Okay, where do you want me to go?"
"The boys are just getting off the ice if you want me to take her down there and introduce her to them." Jesse said.
"No, it's fine," I said, "they are probably getting undressed."
"No, no you're fine. Jesse why don't you do that." Scott insisted.
I wasn't really prepared for that and I sighed.
"Okay Elia, let's go."
We walked down to the locker room which reeked of hockey. A normal person would have whiffed and died, but I guess I'm used to it so it wasn't as bad. Jesse told me to wait a second to make sure that they were... decent. He called me in and I shyly pushed the door open. I smiled to the faces that were all looking at me.
"Hey you're the girl from the plane." I heard someone call from beside me.
I turned to see the attractive man named Patrice standing with his shirt off.
"Oh yeah."
"Elia right?" He said.
"Yeah."
"Well this is Elia, she's from Vancouver. She's most-likely going to be your new trainer. She's gonna log all of your measurements and she's gonna keep track of your eating habits and your exercising. She knows what she is doing and she's good at it." Jesse said.
I chuckled and everyone looked at me.
"Sorry." I said and laughed again.
"And aparently she has the giggles too. She's gonna have her own office and you guys will have weekly appointments and she will also be in the gym with you three times a week. She's not afraid to crack the whip, right Elia?"
"Right. Fear the Canadian."
The guys introduced themselves to me.
"I'm just gonna apologize right now, it might take a little while for me to get your names so bare with me."
The door swung open and a guy with goalie pads walked in and stopped in his tracks when he saw us talking.
"Sorry," He mumbled, "Who's this?"
"This is Elia, she's our new trainer." One of the guys, I think his name was Brad, said and slung his arm around me.
Holy shit did he smell bad. I gagged and pushed him off me.
"Sorry." He laughed.
The goalie, I assumed was Tuukka Rask, sat down in his locker.
"Oh." Tuukka said.
Scott opened the door.
"Elia." He said and nodded, gesturing me to go out in the hall.
"So I talked to the boss and we decided that you are the perfect fit for the team. We would love to have you."
"That would be amazing!" I nearly yelled.
"Okay great! I'll show you where your office will be then."
We walked down the hall and there was a door at the end. He pulled a key out and unlocked it. It was very spacious and there was a window that stretched across one of the walls.
"This is perfect." I said.
"I'll have some guys go out and get you a desk. Do you have a computer?"
"Yeah, but it's kinda old."
"No worries, I'll have them pick you up one too."
I looked over to him confused.
"Really?"
He laughed, "You work for the Bruins now, we are a wealthy team, I'm sure we can squeeze a Mac into the budget."
"So when do I start?" I asked.
"Today is Saturday and I'm guessing you want to fly back and get some stuff."
"Crap, I didn't think of that. Am I just going to be living in the hotel?" I asked.
"We can find a place for you to live and I'll pay your first month so you can get settled."
"Scott, you don't have to do that."
"Don't worry about it. So give I'll call you in two or three weeks and we'll get you back out here okay?"
I accepted the offer and thanked him. He handed me the key and walked out of my new office. I stepped out of it after I was done being in awe. I started walking, looking at the ground and walked into someone and stumbled back. The person caught my arm.
"You might want to watch where you walk." He rudely said while laughing.
"Sorry," I mumbled at started walking away.
"You're Elia right, our new trainer."
"Yeah."
"I'm Tuukka."
"Nice to meet you."
"Some of us are going out for drinks if you want to come."
"No, it's fine. Thank you though."
"I hear your from Vancouver. Why don't you live a little and explore Boston."
I thought for a moment.
"Come on! I know you want to."
"I don't know if that's really professional, but I guess." I said rolling my eyes.
"So that's a yes?"
"As long as you guys don't smell like nasty hockey, yeah, I guess."
"Yes! I got her to come with us!" He yelled and about five or six guys came out of the locker room yelling.
What am I doing? One minute I say I hate them, the next we're going out for drinks. Is that even allowed?
"Where to?" He asked.
"The uhh," I pulled out my paper, "Boston Garden."
He smiled and shook his head,
"Vancouver, ey?" He joked.
I was confused as to how he knew where I was from.
"I'm not a stalker or anything, you accent is really thick."
I laughed, "Oh yeah, I was scared for a moment."
The ride was about forty-five minutes with all the morning traffic and I swear we were going to get into an accident. We pulled up and I got out not really sure what to do with myself. Where do I go, how do I get in? I walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Mam, you aren't allowed in without a pass." A security guard said to me.
"Oh, I have an interview with Scott Waughn He didn't really tell me where to go."
"I'll call him down." He said and pulled out his walkie talkie.
"Scott, there is someone here for you."
It took a couple seconds for him to answer.
"Send her to the conference room on the ninth floor."
"Do you know how to get there?" The guard asked me.
"No, I've never been here. Sorry." I said.
"You're fine," he laughed, "follow me."
When I got to the conference room I opened the door feeling nervous about what was behind it.
"Elia!" A man said, "Hi, I'm Scott."
"Hi." I said and shook his hand.
"Okay so I'm just going to ask you some questions and I will review your college stuff and then we will go from there."
"Alright." I said.
He asked me questions about what I knew as he went through my resume and my application.
"You were on the Dean's List all four years I see." He said nodding.
"Mhm."
"And you only had one 'B' throughout those years."
I rolled my eyes and laughed,
"Well I never liked math and Calculus was always hard for me."
He chuckled and continued to read through the papers. He asked me questions here and there, but overall it was not as nerve-racking as I expected.
"So you're an amazing goalie I hear."
"I guess." I said not knowing how to respond.
"You guess? Your save percentage is 0.97 in 64 games. That is amazing!"
"Thank you." I blushed.
After we finished the interview we both stood up.
"I like you Elia and I think you would fit perfectly with the team, but there is only one problem."
He paused and fear swept across my face.
"You hate the Bruins and you love Vancouver." He said laughing.
"Oh jeeze." I said putting my face in my hands, "Jesse told you?"
"Jesse told you what?" Jesse said as he walked toward us.
"Jesse?" I said, "What are you doing here?"
"I work here." He said.
"Oh, you didn't tell me that."
"Well you didn't ask."
"Okay, okay," Scott said.
"I'll be fine," I said, "It's actually starting to grow on me already."
They both laughed.
"Well I'm going to go over some quick things with the big boss and I will let you know." Scott said.
"Okay, where do you want me to go?"
"The boys are just getting off the ice if you want me to take her down there and introduce her to them." Jesse said.
"No, it's fine," I said, "they are probably getting undressed."
"No, no you're fine. Jesse why don't you do that." Scott insisted.
I wasn't really prepared for that and I sighed.
"Okay Elia, let's go."
We walked down to the locker room which reeked of hockey. A normal person would have whiffed and died, but I guess I'm used to it so it wasn't as bad. Jesse told me to wait a second to make sure that they were... decent. He called me in and I shyly pushed the door open. I smiled to the faces that were all looking at me.
"Hey you're the girl from the plane." I heard someone call from beside me.
I turned to see the attractive man named Patrice standing with his shirt off.
"Oh yeah."
"Elia right?" He said.
"Yeah."
"Well this is Elia, she's from Vancouver. She's most-likely going to be your new trainer. She's gonna log all of your measurements and she's gonna keep track of your eating habits and your exercising. She knows what she is doing and she's good at it." Jesse said.
I chuckled and everyone looked at me.
"Sorry." I said and laughed again.
"And aparently she has the giggles too. She's gonna have her own office and you guys will have weekly appointments and she will also be in the gym with you three times a week. She's not afraid to crack the whip, right Elia?"
"Right. Fear the Canadian."
The guys introduced themselves to me.
"I'm just gonna apologize right now, it might take a little while for me to get your names so bare with me."
The door swung open and a guy with goalie pads walked in and stopped in his tracks when he saw us talking.
"Sorry," He mumbled, "Who's this?"
"This is Elia, she's our new trainer." One of the guys, I think his name was Brad, said and slung his arm around me.
Holy shit did he smell bad. I gagged and pushed him off me.
"Sorry." He laughed.
The goalie, I assumed was Tuukka Rask, sat down in his locker.
"Oh." Tuukka said.
Scott opened the door.
"Elia." He said and nodded, gesturing me to go out in the hall.
"So I talked to the boss and we decided that you are the perfect fit for the team. We would love to have you."
"That would be amazing!" I nearly yelled.
"Okay great! I'll show you where your office will be then."
We walked down the hall and there was a door at the end. He pulled a key out and unlocked it. It was very spacious and there was a window that stretched across one of the walls.
"This is perfect." I said.
"I'll have some guys go out and get you a desk. Do you have a computer?"
"Yeah, but it's kinda old."
"No worries, I'll have them pick you up one too."
I looked over to him confused.
"Really?"
He laughed, "You work for the Bruins now, we are a wealthy team, I'm sure we can squeeze a Mac into the budget."
"So when do I start?" I asked.
"Today is Saturday and I'm guessing you want to fly back and get some stuff."
"Crap, I didn't think of that. Am I just going to be living in the hotel?" I asked.
"We can find a place for you to live and I'll pay your first month so you can get settled."
"Scott, you don't have to do that."
"Don't worry about it. So give I'll call you in two or three weeks and we'll get you back out here okay?"
I accepted the offer and thanked him. He handed me the key and walked out of my new office. I stepped out of it after I was done being in awe. I started walking, looking at the ground and walked into someone and stumbled back. The person caught my arm.
"You might want to watch where you walk." He rudely said while laughing.
"Sorry," I mumbled at started walking away.
"You're Elia right, our new trainer."
"Yeah."
"I'm Tuukka."
"Nice to meet you."
"Some of us are going out for drinks if you want to come."
"No, it's fine. Thank you though."
"I hear your from Vancouver. Why don't you live a little and explore Boston."
I thought for a moment.
"Come on! I know you want to."
"I don't know if that's really professional, but I guess." I said rolling my eyes.
"So that's a yes?"
"As long as you guys don't smell like nasty hockey, yeah, I guess."
"Yes! I got her to come with us!" He yelled and about five or six guys came out of the locker room yelling.
What am I doing? One minute I say I hate them, the next we're going out for drinks. Is that even allowed?
Omg it's been so long that I had to read all the other chapters over again! Lol Better late than never though right? Right!
12/26/13