"Reality TV. It's my job to find fresh new faces to grace our screens every TV season for such shows as
Survivor, The Amazing Race, and Big Brother just to name three. Specifically, I'm interested in you two
potentially being contestant's on the next season of Big Brother."
"Oh god, I hate that show" moaned Carl.
"Oh wow, I love that show!" screamed Wendy.
The man smirked, and looked at Carl.
"It's alright if you don't like it. A lot of contestants that we have in the past were recruits anyway; people
who have never watched the show. Anyways, the producers are looking for pairs of twins for next season, and
the two of you would be bumped to the top of the list if you meet the right qualifications."
"What qualifications would those be?" asked Wendy,
"Simple. You both have to be physically and mentally fit, residents of the U.S, at least twenty-one years of
age, and have interesting personalities."
"So that's why you go to topless bikini contest's in Las Vegas, to look for interesting personalities?" asked
Carl in mock bemusement.
"Don't be so modest, Carly. You must think that I believe you two to be bimbos. Trust me, I know bimbos. You
two aren't it. And if anything, Vegas is the first place I go to for interesting personalities. There's enough
weirdos and crackpots here to fill Bellevue."
"Hmm...how long do we have to think about this?" asked Wendy again.
"Take all the time you'd like, but you better hurry. The show starts this summer. My card..."
The man reached into his right pocket, and gave both Wendy and Carl his business card. The name on the card
said JON ADAMS-REILLY- TALENT SCOUT FOR REALITY TV.
"My phone number, texting number, and e-mail address are right at the bottom. If either of you have the
slightest inclination for an interview, contact me. Hopefully, you'll both accept the invitation, and we'll
see what happens from there."
Smiling, he shook Wendy's and Carl's hand.
"Wendy. Carly. Nice to meet both of you. I've got to run for a dinner interview. If either of you would like
to join me, look for the table in the dining hall with the bevy of beautiful Thai girls. I'll be at the center
of it."
Jon got his black Italian Loafer's on, and headed out towards the poolside's exit.