❝ oh, are you here to audition ? i didn’t know they were today, but… ❞ he motions towards the other, ❝ what talents do you have ? ❞
Craig had slowly progressed from the good part of town, to the bad part of town, to the downright weird part of town. Now, he looked down at the ad he'd circled in the paper, then back at the old brick theater standing in front of him. This sort of position wasn't exactly his first choice-- hell, it wasn't even his last choice. But he wasn't filling an ad in the newspaper because he had a lot of options.
Craig wasn't sure who he expected to see sitting at the desk, but it certainly wasn't the small, mild-looking frog. It made sense, though, in a way, that the one in charge of all this madness would be so unassuming. It was like looking into the tiny, green eye of the storm.
" Audition? " the boy's eyes would widen at the word, visibly alarmed by this. " Ah-- no. I'm, uh... I'm here about the internship-- "
Quickly, Craig reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of newspaper, pointing to the ad in question as he handed it over. The cramped little advert was sandwiched in between Iguana Handler Needed and Help Wanted: Don't Ask Questions, and the font was well-nigh illegible.
'Call for Interns: Muppet Theatre. Flexibility & Curiosity is a plus. No experience necessary.'