It’s pretty crazy to think what a mess I’d gotten myself into by the time my interview started. I was so nervous; my stomach was churning.
I kept telling myself that nothing was worth this level of anxiety. If I was right for The Order, they’d see my potential and sign me up as an Apprentice. There was nothing in God’s name that I’d be able to do to change their minds once they were made up.
But then, my own mind started playing tricks. If I presented as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I’d instantly put them off and I’d be back on that train to nowhere before I could pack my bags. And, of course, the more I tried to fight the nerves, the more nervous I became…
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