Donnie had his stable life. It was a good life, of course. But dull. Boring. It left him feel trapped, dreaming about achieving more, dreaming an opportunity would fly his way.

One day he had seen this flyer. Some coaching thing. About how to be seen as more attractive, about how to be perceived as more important.

Of course Donnie was susceptible to that kind of thing due to his feelings about his current situation. He was impressionable, receptive to status and anything symbolising a rich and successful life.

And maybe this thing would give him something, anything to make more out of himself than he was?

So on Saturday, Donnie went there, dressed in a way he thought made him look sophisticated and wasp-y, paid the small fee, and sat down at one of the chairs, ready to listen and hopefully learn something.