"I know.  Mainly because you<em>wouldn't shut up</em>.  About either.  You squeed like a fangirl for three whole weeks before the show came out, and then you always gushed about when she was onscreen, or raged about her not being in an episode.  Dude, I was ready to pay for you to get her picture tattooed on your back with the heading 'Mai Waifu.'"  Sam laughed.  "Alright.  Sounds good to me.  I'll see you tomorrow."  Twenty four hours.  That was what the site had said.  That meant that if they were accepted, it would be by four PM tomorrow, and they would get their acceptance notification on Skype half a day after that.  Given the (obviously fake) address that had been listed on the site's 'About Us' page, they should hear by about midnight tomorrow at the latest.<br/><br/>Sam stayed up.  That was one thing about his schedule and Max's.  They were usually only awake for about eight hours together in a given day.  Starting at ten at night until one in the morning, and then from about eight in the morning until about one in the afternoon.<br/><br/>"Boy, we have fun..."  He chuckled to himself, having had a good laugh.  Maybe that's why the site was there, just so people could have a laugh over it.<br/><br/>Of course, what they did not know was that right now, two applications were sitting in the inboxes of Perfect Cosplay LLC...