>>5652070No such things with auditions.
Not getting the role simply means not getting paid.
If similar badmouthing happened with auditions where there’s twenty applications for one role, then the voice artist industry would purge itself of all its young talent.
<span class="mu-g">“Even failing just ends up being practice,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“Just do your best.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“What if my best isn’t good enough?”</span> says Kaiba morosely.
<span class="mu-g">“Then you practice until your best becomes a little better and try again,”</span> you say.
Kaiba wraps her arms around herself, hunching forward a bit.
She speaks, but seems too embarrassed to look at you directly, <span class="mu-g">“Thank you, manager-san,”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“For being so patient with me… I know I’m not doing a good job… I’m certain any other manager would’ve fired me by now…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Lucky for you I’m not those managers,”</span> you say, somewhat teasingly, <span class="mu-g">“So, you get to try, try, try, and try again and I’ll support you every step of the way. I won’t let you quit that easy!”</span>
Despite your best efforts, the barrage of bad news and failures seems to get to Kaiba.
Kaiba reaches for her purse as she notices herself tearing up, probably searching for a packet of paper handkerchiefs or the like.
Much like the backpack from a few days ago, the purse is filled to the brim and as Kaiba tries to pull the paper handkerchiefs from the depths of her purse – things overflow and fall to the ground.
Nothing major. Just some lip-gloss and folded papers.
<span class="mu-g">“Let me get that for you,”</span> you say, reaching for the items.
Thoughts elsewhere, Kaiba apologizes with a distant stare and then nods.
However, as you pick up the items, she seems to change her mind.
<span class="mu-g">“I’ll get it myself!”</span> she suddenly shouts, reaching for the papers.
But it’s too late. You’ve already seen.
They’re flyers, brochures, and printouts for apartments in the Tokyo area.
<span class="mu-g">“You’re moving out of your parents' home?”</span> you ask, not sure why there’s such a need for secrecy.
<span class="mu-g">“Ah…”</span> says Kaiba, mumbling, <span class="mu-g">“In a w-way, yes…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“There’s websites for these things now, you know?”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“That’s easier.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I know,”</span> says Kaiba, <span class="mu-g">“But my phone is still broken…”</span>
Kaiba is making a very generous salary.
She could’ve just bought a new one.
<span class="mu-g">“Then use the computer at home,”</span> you say.
