A/N: Hello, and welcome to Chapter 4 of The New Intern!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything or anyone from this story except for Emo, who is my original character.

Okay, I got a review stating that people were confused on the bolded words. The bold adds emphasis to the word. Whenever someone says a word in bold, they say it louder and more expressively than the unbolded words. Sorry for any confusion this might have caused!

Chapter Four: Emo The Matchmaker?

"Why is Emo getting all the attention? No one knows if she's a good singer! THIS IS HER FIRST DAY ON THE JOB! HOW THE HELL WOULD THEY KNOW THAT SHE'S A GOOD SINGER?" Idol yelled at the film crew, expressing her anger towards the new intern through words. "My voice is AMAZING! Laaaaaa laaaa laaa~!" she sang in a squeaky voice, making the crew cover their ears.

Idol was very angry with Emo. Emo had been stealing all the attention away from her, AND Emo had been trying to steal her man, Intern 2. This girl was a true bitch, and Idol intended to let everyone else see her true colors.

"Okay, so that emergency meeting that Indie called us all in for was about a job. They want ME to become a music artist... I'm honored, really, but... I don't know if I can do this," Emo said, looking at the film crew. She was worried that they wouldn't like her voice and fire her. Emo wanted so badly to prove herself worthy of working with everyone and didn't want to lose her job and her friends.

"If I do well, though, then I won't get to work with everyone else as much, though. Life is so complicated here at MyMusic..." she said, sighing. Emo had to make a decision, and if she didn't choose fast, she might have it made FOR her.

"Hey, Emo!" Scene yelled in her peppy voice, waving at her friend. Emo waved back and walked over to her. "Hey, Scene! What's going on?" Scene was happy someone was interested in what she was up to, and so she replied, "Well, I got my YouTube to link to my Tumblr which updates my Facebook, which directs to my Twit-"

Indie just happened to pass by and heard her talk about her social media networks, and forcefully put his hands on her desk, leaned forward to be right in her face, and yelled, "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Scene began to burst into tears, and not just because it was 2:00. Indie left, seemingly with no concern for his employee whatsoever.

As soon as it turned 2:01, Scene stopped crying and went back to watching Nyan Cat. Emo looked at her friend, who seemed just fine. She looked around. Intern 2 was probably going to get Indie some kombucha, so she asked, "What's wrong, Scene?" Scene looked up at Emo and said, "Nothing. I'm perfectly fiiiiine~!" in a sing-song tone that everyone had by now gotten used to.

But Emo knew something was wrong. "Why are you so upset whenever Indie yells at you or says you've done something wrong?" Scene immediately moved her eyes from the screen and stared at the taller female who stood in front of her desk. "It was 2:00 whenever he yelled at me. I always cry at 2:00." She didn't want to admit to her friend that she was harboring feelings for her boss.

Emo could tell from the look in her eyes. "You like Indie, don't you?" Scene knew that she had been defeated and nodded slowly. "But he doesn't like me back." Emo didn't want to be tangled up in Scene's romance problems, but she wanted her friend to be happy. Or at least, happier than she usually was. "Why don't you just ask him out for dinner or talk to him during coffee break? Or... in his case, kombucha break?"

Emo was now in the office she shared with Techno and Dubstep. She already had her territory of the office, but where the hell was her desk? She looked over at the two, who were picking out artists to put into their playlist for the next rave they would be hosting. "Um, where can I find myself a desk?" she asked them. They paid no attention to her. They were too busy telling jokes in dubstep to each other and laughing.

'Awww,' Emo thought. She could tell that Techno liked Dubstep, and that Dubstep liked Techno at least a little. 'Why don't they just ask each other out and admit that they both like each other? They'd be so cute together!' Emo wasn't a matchmaker, but she seemed to be. She had given advice to Scene, who most likely took it, no matter what the consequences of her desicion were, so why couldn't she give advice to Techno, Dubstep, or BOTH of them?

She asked again, "Where can I find a desk for me?" They heard her that time and Techno answered, "Ask Metal. He might be able to help you." Dubstep then spoke more Dubstep and Techno giggled with delight.

Okay, I decided to end this chapter here! Reviews/favorites are appreciated and welcomed!