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A tired yawn escaped your lips as you walked up to the recording studio. Mr.Dorelaine wrote down on the paper he gave you the day before. It was only 5:40 a.m., and you had barely woken up a few minutes ago, rushing to arrive earlier than 6. The bus ride was fairly short, but you had some trouble getting through security, after all, you were a new face they didn't know. After showing some identification and your paperwork, they let you proceed with your pass, which included your credentials, such as your name, picture, and status on set.

Passing by tons of different props and famous actors, you tried to keep your cool at how many familiar faces you recognized. Not many people paid attention to you, which made you feel better, but the few that did kept a long stare made you swallow nervously. "Maybe the outfit was too forward? Was my hair messy! Did I have something on my shoes??" Despite your running thoughts, you kept a straight face, desperately avoiding the eyes of the people you passed by.

A building with a big number 4 came into sight, and the words "Welcome home" decorated the entrance. Wiping the sweat off your hands, you carefully opened the door as the sounds of people talking and loud music filled your ears. Everyone seemed to be rushing places, talking to others, or bossing people around while yelling commands. Different smells and colors filled your senses as you carefully walked past everyone. The good thing is they all seemed too busy to care about your presence, and you walked past everyone with silent ease. It almost felt like one big dance, the way everyone moved with and past each other skillfully, like they had this all memorized.

Large cameras and a set came into view. Sure enough, it was the Welcome Home Neighborhood, each house just as big as a normal house you'd see down a street.

"Can I help you?" A man asked, he seemed to be checking through his clipboard for something as he eyed you.

"Oh! I'm meant to meet up with Mr.Dorelaine, I'm a new assistant to Mr.Darling." You said while fixing your skirt. He seemed to flip through pages before his eyebrows shot up.

"Of course, follow me, he's been waiting for you." He said before rushing off, barely giving you enough time to follow. As you passed by more props and people, a row of rooms came into view, each with a name on the door of the actors inside. Outside of the buildings, tables and chairs with food surrounded the area as staff and others chatted. There you saw Mr. Dorelaine sipping his drink and talking with a few people. The man you were following ran up to him and whispered in his ear, causing him to turn to you.

"Miss.(L/N), right on time." Mr. Dorelaine waved off the people he was talking to and motioned you over. You both took a seat as he offered to get you some coffee, which you declined.

"Let's get started. You are assigned to Mr.Darling, I'm sure you know who he is already. Mr.Darling is very specific about what he wants and needs, I expect him to get nothing but perfect to ensure his shoots are done well. That means you are responsible for any demands he gives, from schedule changes, questions on upcoming shoots, and day-to-day life. I expect you to be with him 24/7 from 6-11 Sunday through Friday, as you are his assistant and will be around him more than anyone else. Now you need to sign these papers to finalize your application."

He slid over a simple paper with tons of fine print, but the thing that caught your eye was the number that came with the pay. Your stomach dropped at the high number, and you swore you went pale. You've never seen a number so big!

Quickly taking the pen he offered, you signed your name on the line before Mr. Dorelaine motioned for someone to take the paper.