”CUT!”

A familiar cartoony-like voice that was filled with emotion suddenly rung out, stopping you from continuing your acting during your audition for one of Reca’s films. You paused and slowly turned to the director, worried for his reaction.

For a moment, you were a bit scared, thinking he was about to scold you, only to furrow your brows at the sight of the large, cat-like grin on Mr. Reca’s face as he approached you eagerly like a child about to open his Christmas present.

He then suddenly took your hands into his own gloved one’s abruptly, pulling you close, taking you by surprise as a gasp left you, “Fabulous! Absolutely fabulous! It’s like you were just made for acting! Mwah! Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!”

You were startled when Mr. Reca suddenly cupped your cheeks and began to pepper your face with kisses, not even giving you a chance to speak—just straight-up pecking every part of your face. It must be some oddly affectionate way Reca had when praising someone. Clearly, you weren’t used to it, judging by your flushed reaction.