Who: Romeo Tchaikovskiy & Raymond Wood What: Applying for a job. Where: Ray's studio. When: Seven, right on time. Warnings: Nope. Status: Complete.
As soon as he saw the studio, Romeo breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how insane it was that he'd been taken from one world and reality and dumped into another, he at least could get himself on his feet and working, doing the only thing he wanted to do. Of course, it was probably the only job he'd ever be qualified for, but that wasn't important. He was lucky, he knew, that someone had pointed him in Mr. Wood's direction and that the man had been willing to at least talk to him about a job, sight unseen.
Of course, once Romeo impressed him the way he did every studio owner he'd ever known, everything would be fine again. He'd have his job, he'd get a few students, and then life would be sweet again.
Romeo knocked on the door of the not-yet-open studio and waited.