“ ...what the hell? ”

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“ ...what the hell? ”
After you get off the stage, you’re approached by a tall man wearing dark colors. “I watched your performance attentively.” He looks at you up and down before proceeding. “If you’d like to pursue a career on the matter…” the man reaches for something inside his coat and hands it over to you “, perhaps this could be put into consideration.” Once you look down you can read the words ‘TRC ENTERTAINMENT’. “Contact us if this is of your interest.” With this, he turns around and walks away.
jordan has his hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he hopped down the stairs from the stage, still humming the song he had been singing under his breath. he barely even noticed the darkly dressed man before the guy was standing right in front of him. which did cause jordan to stop rather abruptly before he simply wandered right into the front of the guy. “dude,” the american lad stated in a rather casual tone, despite the fact he had almost tripped over from stopping so suddenly, “you gotta watch where you’re standing. almost walked straight into you.”
but it seemed he had been approached for a reason, nose wrinkling slightly as he was handed some business card. “why you giving me this?” he wondered before he had even looked at it properly, though when he flipped it over and saw the big ‘trc entertainment’ printed across the front, things did start to make a little sense. a little, though, because why the hell would anyone be looking to scout him?
“this some kind of joke?” he went to ask, though it turned out he was talking to absolutely no one, the man was gone almost like he hadn’t been there in the first place. jordan paused, scanning the area in front of him again before glancing back down at the card in his hand. trc wanted to offer him an audition. really?
what on earth were they thinking?