[2012 / 2 / 17 (Fri) 22:16] 📍LA Sharehouse near West Hollywood
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Crappy studio! I wonder if I should have just submitted it online, or if I really had to go all that way just to drop off a resume. There are... so many people. Seriously. After a moment of being drained and having a headache, you soon got a taste of the true 'value' of a sharehouse.

Snore—

How much can that guy snore? Is he going to die like that?

Right, I need to find a job—if only to buy that guy a snoring cure.

Even as you look around the bedroom you dragged your exhausted body into, there were only two hard chairs, a slightly narrow bed, and a shabby mirror in the corner (barely enough to check your outfit). Small dust particles floating in the moonlight pouring through the window settled on a text message.
Jone
“2nd Hollywood Main Cannon Center by 9:20 tomorrow. Punctuality.“ (9:20 AM tomorrow at 2nd Hollywood Main Cannon Center. Be on time.)

The screen turned off, and what remained in the background was...

Sebastian, your idol. Flying all the way to LA just for this person might have been the most reckless thing you've ever done. But the fact that you weren't instantly rejected in the first round means you have a fair chance, maybe. If you don't stand out tomorrow, you'll end up on the street, and your livelihood—

Snore—!

.....Must be nice to be so carefree.