[color=9e0b0f][centre][h1]Marcus Ainsworth[/h1][/centre][/color]
[centre][h2]Saturday Afternoon
Sol Police Station[/h2][/centre]
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Marcus groaned as he started to wake up. He was incredibly uncomfortable, it felt like he was sleeping on a stone slab, instead of his soft comfy bed. When he opened his eyes, he realised that wasn’t far from the truth. The first thing he saw was a stone wall, that definitely wasn’t the wall of his bedroom. He groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking around. [color=9e0b0f]“Well shit…”[/color] He mumbled as he remembered the events of night, realising where he’d spent the night. A jail cell. His head throbbed, and his mouth was incredibly dry, due to the amount of bears he had drunk before taking a blow to the head during the bar brawl. Though he was not an aggressor, and was only trying to break things up, when fists started to fly, the police didn’t seem interested in asking questions.

[color=f7976a]“There you are…”[/color] Spoke a familiar voice from the other side of the bars. Chris stood there with a slightly amused smirk. [color=f7976a]“I leave you alone for 10 minutes and you get yourself locked up.”[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]“Fuck off…”[/color] Marcus mumbled with an annoyed groan, as he stood up and stretched. [color=9e0b0f]“Where even did you go last night?”[/color] 
Chris snickered softly. [color=f7976a]“Heh… Was kinda hooking up with some blonde in the bathrooms while shit went down. Didn’t even notice. When we came out, it was already over.”[/color]
Marcus sighed, rolling his eyes, though he was not at all surprised. Classic Chris. [color=9e0b0f]“Of course… What time is it?”[/color]
[color=f7976a]“1pm, you’re about to be let go. We’ll go get lunch, and then I’ll drop you home.”[/color]

A police officer walked over and unlocked the cell, nodding to Marcus. “You’re good to go. No charges are pressed yet, but don’t leave town. We’ll be in touch.” Marcus sighed again but offered a force smile to the officer, nodding at him as he left the cell, being received by Chris with a tight hug. They got Marcus’ phone and wallet back and left. 
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[centre][h2]Sunday Morning
Marcus' Apartment[/h2][/centre]

Marcus sat on his couch with his laptop, scrolling absently through facebook, with his playlist blaring from a bluetooth speaker. There’s no better way to spend a Sunday morning. He was about to close facebook to get up and start making some food, before a post caught his eye. The Club Aether facebook page posted that they were hiring. [i][color=9e0b0f]Oh jeez, I hope no one got fired because of the bar fight…[/color][/i] He thought to himself with a worried look, that turned into a thoughtful one. He had been jobless for almost a year, since getting fired from McDonalds. That does a number on one’s confidence. But, assuming they look over the fact that he was involved in a bar fight at the club a few night prior, a job at Club Aether would suit him perfectly. He definitely had a quite a bit of motivation to at least start looking for a job anyway, considering he had rent to pay, and he had almost drained his savings dry. Though applying for jobs sent Marcus’ anxiety into overdrive, he’d have to get over that eventually. Marcus opened up his email and started writing. 

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To Club Aether Management

I saw on your facebook page that you’re currently hiring, and would like to show my interest. I have been going to your venue nearly every weekend for years, and have played at several open mic nights, and it is definitely my favourite bar in the city. I do not have a huge amount of experience in bar work, but I am fast learner and pick things up quickly. My schedule is wide open, and am available to work 24/7. You’ll find my resume attached to this email, which includes my experience and qualifications. I would love to work at your Club, and look forward to hearing from you. 

Thank you for your consideration,
Marcus Ainsworth[/i][/b]

Marcus spent the rest of the day trying to put it out of his mind, so he didn’t dwell on it and start to panic. The productivity had definitely boosted his motivation to get more things done, and he actually cleaned the apartment for the first time in weeks, and got several loads of washing done. By the time the sun had set, he was exhausted, but felt good about himself. He’d actually gotten things done, which was a welcome change. He sat back down for the first time since the morning, and opened his laptop. He didn’t expect a reply to his resume yet, but he checked his email just in case. Much to his surprise, there was a reply from the Club Aether management sitting in his inbox. His heart started beating a thousand miles a minute, as his mind raced through all the possible things that could be in the email. He spent nearly 5 minutes staring at his screen, too petrified to open the email.

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat as he finally decided to open the email, and saw the exact opposite of what he was expecting. He had an interview. Monday lunchtime. [color=9e0b0f]“Oh my god… I got an interview… That’s… Tomorrow! Oh my god, I’ve got an interview tomorrow!!!”[/color] He exclaimed out loud to the emptiness of his apartment. He jumped out of his seat and punched the air excitedly. [color=9e0b0f]“Actually doing things surprisingly gets shit done!”[/color] He pulled out his phone and texted Chris immediately, which gave him time to think, and realise that he was at the hard part now. Marcus hated interviews. He was awful at them, always nervous and awkward. He’d only ever gotten 2 jobs in his life, and one was because his dad was the manager. All the rest he failed at the interview. He sat back down as those sobering thoughts completely curbed the enthusiasm. He was going to have to give this interview his best shot if he wanted this job.
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[centre][h2]Monday Afternoon
Club Aether[/h2][/centre]

Marcus sat in Chris’ car, staring nervously at his hands, trying hard to keep his breathing steady. They were parked outside of Club Aether, 20 minutes before he was due for the job interview. [color=9e0b0f]“Oh god… What if I completely embarrass myself?”[/color]
Chris chuckled and gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. [color=f7976a]“Don’t worry man, you’ll be fine. Just think of it like a show. The interviewer is just a private audience. You’re performing for him.”[/color]
Marcus took a deep breath before nodding. [color=9e0b0f]“Alright… Wish me luck…”[/color] He mumbled before getting out of the car, and heading into the club for his interview. 

[@CaptainSully]