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"Color Road.... Building 34..." You mindlessly walked along the sidewalk holding a crumbled up piece of paper with an address and name scribbled on it.

Yesterday you had finally gotten a callback for an interview from one of the places you had applied to when scanning the newspaper a few weeks ago. You'd been rejected from multiple places and you began to lose hope on ever finding a job. That was until you had picked up your phone to hear the voice of one of the directors from The Playfellow Workshop saying you had a time slot for an interview. You barely had enough time to even write down the address or ask a question before he hung up.

Scanning all of the street names you finally spotted the brightly colored building where you would be interviewed in. People seemed to be walking past it as if they never noticed the building despite its vibrant colors compared to the businesses around it.

Gently opening the door you were greeted by a loud bell that run as you creeped inside. An older woman who sat behind a desk peaked up from her magazine before looking right back down.

You awkwardly shuffled forward, taking in what appeared to be a waiting room. Posters and pictures of actors who worked for the PlayFellow Workshop littered the walls, each photo having the respective signature of the actor themselves. Photo shots and magazine covers of models also hung on the other side of the wall.

"Excuse me, ma'am I'm here to take an interview with...." You quickly searched your pockets for the piece of paper you had before, containing the address and the man's name who called you only to find empty pockets. Your stomach dropped and you awkwardly laughed to ease the tension while continuing to search for the piece of paper.

The older woman seemed bored by your desperate attempt to finish your sentence and placed her magazine down to reach over the counter and point down a hallway.

"Third door to the left. Mr. Dorelaine is in there waiting for you." She said before grabbing her magazine and beginning to read again.

"Right, Mr. Dorelaine..." you mumbled to yourself before heading to the door she directed you to. Each door had a shine silver nameplate with blacked out windows. The buzz of the yellow lights overhead made you feel hot and uncomfortable as your footsteps echoed down the hall.

The walls of the hallways did have paintings on them, tons looked drawn by kids but many looked professionally done. Each drawing was a callback to the many shows and movies the Playfellow Workshop had created over the years. From their first movie "And so we are" to their most recent show "Welcome Home."

Standing in-front of a door who's nameplate wrote out "Mr. Dorelaine" in bold letters you quickly fixed your hair and outfit wanting to make a decent impression. It wasn't fancy but your sister had picked it out for this interview and it was definitely on of your more professional outfits.

Knocking gently on the door you noticed that out of all the other nameplates of silver, Mr. Dorelaine was the only one in gold. Before you could really notice the difference the door swung open to reveal a rather tall man in a suit.

"Miss.(L/N)?" He asked, his voice laced with judgement as he scanned you up and down. The hallway felt smaller as you stood there looking at the man. He had his grey hair slicked back and his face seemed to be freshly shaved. Wrinkles littered his under eyes and forehead like he has a permanent frown on his face.

"Yes sir, I got a call on the phone for an interview today." You straightened you back as he stood still, almost as if he questioned if he ever had called you.