"What are you moaning about?" Rolo asks as I continue to scour the contents of my wardrobe.
"What the hell am I supposed to wear?"
"Let's see, you're doing an interview because you're a personal trainer so I would suggest you not wear a full-length evening gown."
"What I meant was, should I wear my Move Makers uniform or some trendy training gear?"
"Try some stuff on and I'll judge suitability on the laugh o'meter."
I turn around to face him, "What the hell is a laugh o'meter?"
"You come out in some tight Lycra and, depending on how hard I laugh; I will score it as yay or nay. Obviously, the harder I laugh the more nay it is."
I can't help but smile as I shake my head. He is ridiculous, but is proving a great substitute for my brother.
My first outfit is a pair of multicoloured Lycra leggings with pink trainers and a long-sleeved tight blue top with a hood. I wander to the lounge where Rolo is sat in front of the TV.
"Ta dah! What do you think?"
"Not bad and the colours are good for television. Next!"
My next ensemble is a grey tracksuit with grey trainers and a white visor. Rolo looks at me like I've lost my mind before crumbling on the floor with fake laughter.
"Is it really that bad?" I ask, looking down at my outfit.
"You look like one of those old broads who power walk along the beach in Florida."
"Oh."
"Next!"
My last attempt is a pair of dark grey loose yoga pants and a pink and grey off-the-shoulder top with pink trainers. I know I look good.
"Now we're talking," Rolo calls out as I enter the room. "You look slim and sexy but still professional. It's a winner."
I breathe a sigh of relief and make sure there are no holes or stains.
I arrive at the gym wearing my Rolo-approved outfit and notice a gathering at the reception desk. Some of the guys from the gym are coming to the interview with me today. I'm not sure if they are coming to support me or laugh at me but it will be good to have Patsy there.
Kristen, Leon, Rolo, and Patsy are all ready and waiting to go. I feel sick. The superfood green shake I had this morning is bubbling in the back of my throat ready for an exit.
Patsy walks towards me with her arms open. "Wanda, how are you feeling?"
I just nod my head and attempt a closed mouth smile. I can't projectile vomit over my boss; someone is bound to catch it on camera.
"Now, I didn't know if you wanted to wear your Move Makers uniform?" Patsy asks with raised eyebrows.
"Oh, I suppose I could."
"I just thought that as you're representing us it might be a good idea."
"Oh course I can. I'll go and get mine from my locker."
"You don't have to; if you feel more comfortable in your own clothes then stay as you are."
"No it's fine. I would prefer to wear our uniform actually; feels more like armour, like I'm not on my own. Especially as you're all wearing yours."
Patsy smiles. "Great, plus I have a surprise for you. Come to my office."
I'm not sure if the surprise is going to be good or bad but as I walk into her office she picks up a piece of equipment – my Tiger Stick.
"Oh wow that was fast," I exclaim taking it from her.
"They have weighted the actual stick part so it can be used without the two ends. There is also a lock on each end to stop the bungee extending if you don't need it." She takes back the stick to demonstrate its versatility.
Oh God I wish we had more time to work with it before I have to sell a brand new training concept and equipment in front of millions of people."What if she asks me to demonstrate, what shall I do?"
"Don't worry, we have twenty minutes before your car gets here, we can go into the studio and work something out."
"Twenty minutes, oh good, I thought I didn't have time," I say sarcastically. Luckily Patsy doesn't get English humour and pats me on the shoulder before leading me to the studio.
We decide on an abdominal exercise and an upper back-strengthening move. Hopefully this should be enough.
"As soon as you get back we will need to all work on this Tiger Training for the next couple of weeks. I have already ordered some preliminary posters for the gym."
We make our way back out to reception and the rest of the group are gawping through the windows, I walk up and look out at the large black car, which has just pulled up. It isn't quite a limousine but it is big. I place a hand on my stomach before turning to the others who are all looking scared for me.
"Okay guys we're going to follow Wanda and her flash car in the gym bus so make sure you have everything."
"So I suppose I'll see you all after the interview?" I attempt a smile and flap my arms to free the warm pungent air emitting from my pits.
"We are just waiting for one more member who wanted to come and we'll be right behind you. Maybe we can all go out for a drink later on me?" Patsy says whilst shooing me out the door.
I can hear my dad's words in my head; 'Wanda darling, be careful what you wish for; you may just get it!'