Henry swung by the Actors Guild again, planning to use the new moves he had learned to tease Marianne a little and check whether there were any new recruitment notices.
But the clerk who always sat behind the counter was nowhere to be seen today, replaced by a middle-aged man wearing square-framed glasses.
Having no interest in teasing a middle-aged man, Henry could only give up, nodding silently in greeting.
Whether it was disappointing or expected, there were no suitable new jobs on the bulletin board, nor were there any audition invitations from the guild. Another day of coming back empty-handed.
He had joined the production team for Demon Fighter to add an impressive entry to his résumé.
But getting fired halfway through... that did not look very good, did it? Should he even include this experience on his acting résumé in the future? Henry was puzzled.
After buying ingredients for dinner, Henry, who had no intention of checking in at the library, returned early to his long-neglected rental apartment.
Over the past month or so, the place had not been completely unoccupied. Henry still came back whenever the film production team had time off, so the apartment had not gathered a month's worth of dust.
Using his Super Speed, Henry quickly cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Then he put everything he had just bought that needed refrigerating or freezing into the fridge. While he was at it, he took out a can of beer.
Henry could not get drunk anyway. He just wanted something ice-cold to drink. To hell with that warm-water nonsense!
Otaku happy water was also an option, but some obscure local brands of beer were even more outrageously priced than cola or bottled water.
It really was the United States!
And according to Henry's