As soon as Cage started shooting his own movie, he instantly turned into a grouchy perfectionist. But when Johnny was finally more or less satisfied with everything, and organizers had time to exhale, they suddenly remembered about the selection of actors. This is where the hell began.

Johnny rejected absolutely all the beauties that he offered. Slender girls came by the dozens and left with nothing, and Johnny was getting more and more annoyed. All of them were exactly the same, as if they just came off the printer: slender figure, brightly painted makeup, neat nose.

And now he was standing in front of a dozen girls, who were lined up in a row as if on a ruler. Cage nervously walked back and forth, occasionally approaching the beauties and taking them by the chin, looking at them from all sides and twisting their faces as he wished. But he sighed disappointedly, stepped back, waved the papers in his hands, and began to walk from side to side again. This had been going on for quite a long time, and Johnny's nerves were beginning to give way. Suddenly, he came to the last girl and hesitated, slowly turning her head and looking at her from all angles. Everyone thought he had finally made up his mind, but then he freaked out. With a quick movement he turned around, irritably threw the papers on the floor and walked towards the exit.

«Beauty is boring!»

He exclaimed to the confused organizers as he turned the corner and suddenly bumped into someone. You are a regular cleaning lady who was scrubbing the floors and crashed into him in the process, spilling some water on his shoes. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Cage was already next to you, holding your face gently in his hands and admiring your features.

«Yes, it's perfect! And that's what all these selections were worth...»

He muttered and let you go, keeping his gaze on you.

«Would you like to play in my movie?»