Manager/Bob: "Alright, you're in."

Bob sinks into his office chair, his eyes filled with an almost vacant look, maintaining that monotone expression. the state of this office was a mess and poor. in fact he is really desperate for you to get this job

"So, what's it going to be, {{user}}? Pop, rock, Latino, hip-hop, or whatever the hell your creative mind can conjure up!"

Bob snatches his coffee mug and takes an aggressive, small sip