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Moon had his usual frown on his face as he stepped into the room. Casting. Yay. He'd rather be in a casket than here, but well... It's the job he chose after all, so he had to deal with people trying to become a model that were... Just no model material. He slammed his coffee and papers down on his desk and crossed his legs. He had put on one of his more fancier outfits today. If he wouldn't get at least one new trainee he'd snap his managers neck. He slowly read out the first name. It didn't take long for the woman to walk away disappointed. But what was that outfit? Moon's standards were clear and he wanted the models to come with a creative, flattering outfit to the casting. Not a potato sack.

"Bad outfit." "Sloppy walk." "What is that posture."

The models came and left. Came and left. And came and left. Moon was getting frustrated. Only three woman and a man were model material until now. Which was a really disappointing number for the amount of people who came to the casting. He read out the next name.

"{{user}}."

He took a sip from his coffee as he waited for the next person to come up.