I quickly entered the kitchen. "Why are you in here?" I asked the barman.

He did introduce himself, it was... Crap... John, no, um... Jack. That was it.

"I need drinking glasses."

I frowned. "What? You've got some."

"No. I don't."

I took the boxes out off the garage this morning. I looked in to the corner of the room. There. "Here." I gave a box to Jack and picked up another box. We went back to the bar. I placed mine next to the sink that was full of ice. I opened the box. It was full of small and high tumblers. I peeked in to the box I gave Jack. Cocktail glasses. Yep. I helped Jack unpack them. How could I forget these? If I've forgotten these, I've also forgotten the wine glasses and champagne flutes.

I hurried back to the kitchen.

"Who here are the waiters for drinks?" I yelled above the noise. Four hands shot up.

I went to the corner and picked up more boxes and dropped them in the volunteering hands. "Take these to the bar, unpack them. They are all clean, I inspected them this morning." Actually, each one was wrapped in bubble wrap and paper, and clothe shoved inside each one. "Bring back the boxes and everything else and stack them neatly in this corner." The four waiters disappeared as I dug through a cupboard for trays.

I saw them here at the start of the week. How could I forget this? My brain was in a buzz. I pulled out all the serving trays and placed them on the bench. There were six small round silver trays and took those ones to the bar.

That's where I found Jack arguing with a waiter. "What now?" I growled at them.

"What are they doing?" Jack asked.

"You will be mixing drinks. These guys are white wine," I pointed to the tall blonde, "Red wine," The tall brunette, "Champagne," The dark tall man "and empties." My finger landed on the last man. "You are here, they walk around. If any one wants cocktails and spirits, they come to you." I snapped.

"I wasn't informed of this."

I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Is this always stressful? "Jack. There is a photographer here. You will most likely end up in a photo or two, some of these photos will end up in the Sunday edition of entertainment. If Mr Black is impressed by everyone, he will credit you and the company you are from. If he is displeased by you, trust me, you won't be hired again, ever. Not just from Mr Black but also his large circle of friends and associates, and he is very influential." I had my teeth clenched together by the end of that sentence as I left a shocked Jack there and went to Mark.

"The guests will be arriving in forty minutes."

"Actually, this might be too big of a job for just me."

I froze. "Don't flake on me." I snarled at him.

"No!" Mark laughed. "I've called in my partner for help."

"I only paid for one photographer."

"Don't worry, the bill will be the same."

I sighed. "Tell them formal wear." I walked off from Mark as he shouted back he did. Okay, I said to myself, breathe in, breathe out.

The DJ was next. He smiled as I came closer. "I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name."

"Paul Carlo Traqz"

I shook his hand again. "Is everything in order?" I did hear him play around with the sounds.

"It would be better if I knew what style to play."

I agreed and went to find Mr Black to ask. Honestly though there was a DJ here, not a small orchestra, so my guess was limited.

I knocked on the study door before entering.

"Mr Black?" I called, looking at the desk. It looked empty, the lamp off.

"Miss Kelly?"

I jumped at the sound and spun to find him behind me. For the love of God, he kept doing this.

"Paul wants to, no, needs to know, what music is he going to play tonight."

Mr Blacks eyebrow raised. "Paul?"

"Your DJ."

"First name basis there, hey?" I saw the small smirk.

I fluttered my eyelashes, "Uh..."

"Well, what do you think I want since you've controlled everything else." I saw Mr Black lean against the door frame with his arms folded.

"That is the job you gave me." I stated.

Mr Blacks lips pursed together. "I know. You're handling it great too compared that you've never done this before."

I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. "Music." I repeated. We were getting off topic.

Mr Black didn't answer me. "Fine." I mumbled. If I knew he wanted me to pick the music, I would have YouTube song styles. "Excuse me, sir." I spoke clearly, wanting to pass Mr Black.

It was a very long minute before Mr Black moved out of my way. I gave him a curt nod as I walked back to Paul.

Think! I screamed in my head. Okay, it's a party, formal style. Alright, so no to classical. I wanted to laugh at that thought.

Paul looked at me, expecting my answer.

"Give it a mixture of, I don't know..." I grimaced. "Club and house music, throw in some techno, some hip hop. But all new age, nothing older than 2015."

Paul nodded as he got to work on his laptop. I noticed all the wires from his laptop to his boom box and even a tablet was hooked up and a microphone.

There were lights set up pointing to the dance floor, the one that had to urgently be placed in three days ago. I rolled my eyes as musical snippets played, louder at the dance floor, softer in the distance, exactly how I wanted it set up.

The lights changed colour and pulsed with the beat. I heard a loud knock and I rushed to the door. Upon opening it, a tall skinny red hair lady smiled at me. Her short hair was styled and waved of the top to one side of her head. She wore a three piece pant suit and carried a large bag.

The other photographer. I smiled and extended my hand. "Hi."

She smiled broadly at me as she accepted my hand. "I'm Mandy. Mark called." I nodded and showed her to where Mark was.

The waiters for food slowly came out, filling tables that were placed randomly with food. The small nibbles of finger food looked fancy and I didn't even know what was on those platters.

It all looked too rich for my taste. I tried not to scrunch my nose up as I passed each waiter. I went to the kitchen and immediately remembered I half made a coffee. Grunting, I had no time for it now.

I checked to make sure everything was ready to go. Everything looked like it was under control before doing one last check.

I walked back to the ball room, my head in my tablet, making sure everything was done. I didn't want to miss anything like I did for the glasses and platters.

Locking my tablet and tucking it under my arm, I went to Mr Blacks study, knocking on the door.

"Come in."

I opened the door and stepped in. "Sir, your guests will start arriving in ten minutes."

Mr Black closed his laptop. He was dressed for tonight. When did that happen? I asked myself before dismissing the thought.

I turned to the door, my hand on the knob when Mr Black spoke again. "Is everything running perfectly, Miss Kelly?"

Urgh! He is grinding my gears. I kept my head high as I looked over my shoulder to him, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Mr Black." I left the study and went to the kitchen. I knew my job for the rest of the night, keep myself scarce, only come out if absolutely needed. My job are the hired people. Not the guests. What ever the guests do is up to Mr Black and if needed, security.

I sat on the bar stool, tucked in against the wall. I sighed as I sat, my shoes slipping off as I tucked my feet on the leg support on the stool.

The music was dull in here, blocked out by walls and pots moving, people in the kitchen chattering. After an hour, I noticed some staff wondering out the back. Crap. I got up and slipped my shoes on and quickly followed. What are they doing.

"What's going on?" I asked a group of them. There was about five of them.

"We are having a break."

"Smoking?" My eyes wide. "Don't butt out on the ground!" I quickly went back inside and pulled an empty jar from the trash. I gave it a quick rinse out and flew outside. It was cold!

"Use this!" I snapped before rubbing my arms. Why the hell did I go outside without my jacket? I was used to the heat inside.

I sat back down and barely got up through the night. I thanked the photographers as they left. The caterers cleaned the kitchen, bonus, before leaving.

I don't know if I can last the night, my eyes were drooping. I jumped up and made myself a coffee, now to wait for the DJ and barman to leave...