<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - talking with Shayla at the Post Office...</em><br/><hr/>"Wow, cool," Chelsea commented, nodding after hearing Shayla disclose her passion for art. It was photos that spiked Chelsea's interest. Heck, she even saw the professional-grade camera Shayla had when she was taking pictures of the ShareHouse. "I almost never leave the ShareHouse without a camera in my pocket. But this one isn't as good as yours." Chelsea reached into her pocket and pulled out a small digital camera, colored black. Chelsea listened more and found out that Shayla was indeed a Jill-of-all-trades' in the art world like she said so earlier. Not only photos, but painting and sculptures. "Oh, a month and a half away?" Chelsea asked regarding the showcase Shayla was going to have at her friends gallery. "Maybe, we can get some of the tenants to go and support. It will be like a field trip." Chelsea was now completely amazed at the talent of Shayla. Not only she could do these artful tasks, but she could also teach it as well.<br/><br/>A few people at the front of the line moved as they were called to available tellers. The line shortened, but got longer, almost by the same length, as more customers went to the end of the line. Answering Shayla's question, Chelsea replied, "Well, I'm a talent director. I work with a team to hold auditions for a variety of parts, which include TV shows, music videos, concerts, and movies. It is through me that a performer or someone hired through an audition is connected to an agent or the production company. I'm sort of a middleman. I also screen potential performers of their work and their portfolios. I'm like the interviewer in a job interview. I'm basically the person who decides whether or not a person can make it big with a production. Wow, that's a lot. Sorry, I talk a lot sometimes."<br/><br/>"I know that voice when I hear it," a male voice coming from behind the counter said. The voice was familiar to Chelsea's ears and she turned in the direction the voice was coming from. A man dressed in a Post Office uniform standing behind a teller tending to a customer was seen and Chelsea's face lit up immediate. The man was fairly old, around his 50s. He was bald and had graying facial hair on his face. "Have you come to pick up the ShareHouse mail?"<br/><br/>"Roger! Yeah, I was," Chelsea replied.<br/><br/>"Come around to the door," Roger said, pointing at a dutch door, its top half open and its bottom half flush with the wall, at the end of the room. Chelsea gestured Shayla to follow her lead as she stepped out of the line and straight to the door Roger was pointing to. Another door, which went to the passport office sat next to it. Roger walked all the way to the door and met with the two girls. The bottom half had a built-in counter on top, on which Roger placed his arm as he leaned on the door. Seeing Shayla, his face lit up and he asked Chelsea, "Who's your friend?" His glances weren't at all perverted and he was friendly and respectful when seeing the new face.<br/><br/>"This is Shayla Murrow, one of the new tenants."<br/><br/>"Oh really?" Reaching out a hand, Roger greeted Shayla "It's pleasure to meet you Shayla, I'm Roger Clementine, a good friend of Chelsea's."