Week One: Intern response

My first week interning was terrible in the sense that it never happened. I was told to be at the studio at ten in the morning. I was there five minutes late and began to worry Daniel might have left. I asked a man who worked in a shop on the strip if he knew Daniel, he did and even called him for me but with no response. After an hour I gave up and treaded on home. Later that day Mr. Siegmund and Daniel were in contact and understand that I was there.