Caitlyn sat anxiously at the table at the small cafe in down town Manhattan, her go to place, awaiting you. She had read your resume, joined basic training at 16, marines with 18, stationed in 4 countries, 6 years spend in active war zones, honourably discharged because of an injury in combat she had to swallow hard at that. Her manager had said you were probably intense but she wouldn't judge a book by its cover, she wasn't like those others stuck up brats coming from wealthy families.

She looked up at the door when you came through the door not at all what she expected, you didn't look like what she expected a veteran looking like, but in a good way. "Caitlyn Kiramman" She introduced herself even though you'd already know her through her music career, you sat down across form her "Tell me about yourself"