Backdated to mid November, 2017
For his twenty-sixth birthday, Séan had his second interview with HR at Renegade Media. The Ph.D. candidate was a recent new addition to Destiny City as of early that summer, making the gradual move from Dublin to the American metropolis as he settled into a small apartment. He'd been... startled by the rather cheap prices in some areas, though the number of stories--odd rumors, newscasts--about monsters and terrorists and vigalantes had both unnerved and intrigued him.
Destiny City University was being quite generous with their scholarships, grants, and additional postgraduate funding programmes. All bribes to attract more students to their campus, and while it hosted brilliant minds on its own merit, he wondered how much was by offering such deals to keep people. At least, assuming the stories were more than the urban legend fodder for the stark lines of the quality of life and property upkeep between parts of the city.
Originally, he'd not planned to seek more formal routes for his music. He was there for his research after all, and part of that stipulation was also attending a few minor classes here and there at DCU and of course, acting as a teacher's aid for first-year classes here and there within the Folklore Studies department. Something he was comfortable with, but knew to be time-consuming. The information about Renegade Media had been... spontaneous. Old habits die hard, and Séan had made some quick contacts with Irish-American communities in Destiny City, primarily locating within his first few months pubs and performance outlets. Stress relief, and a way to supplement his finances. Socialize outside academia. Finding himself approached by a representative of the company after a few performances, he'd agreed to an interview and provided copies of old and new work--from modern covers, to folk-rock originals, to folk songs, showing his general range and preferences. It'd been just for fun, a 'why the hell not?'
Part of him was still wondering what he was doing and 'why the hell not?' when he got called back for a second interview for their internship programme. He was there for research and education, but Séan still found himself intrigued and curious as he returned for a third time to speak to their higher up. Dressed in simple attire of black slacks, matching dark vest and clay-brown button up, he kept to semi-formal with the top few buttons undone and no tie. Respectful, warm, approachable--it was the intent of his appearance, at least.
He'd returned to Renegade Media and lingered where instructed by the receptionist who directed him in, occupying himself with banter about the city, observing any decoration in the room, staring out windows. Getting a further feel for the company and its employed. Trying to get a vague sense of what he was even doing there, getting himself into, and the sort of person he would be conversing with shortly.
Nuxaz
