*Zeitgeist sat by the pool of his Las Vegas Hotel and Resort and reflected back on how things had been going thus far. It hadn't been the easiest transition from the frantic and cool big apple to a very hot Las Vegas, but all things considered it had been a pretty productive month; but something was missing...*

Ladies and Gentleman, a casino is more than the tables and slots these days, it's more than the $10,000 a night Villa's or the 5 star restaurants and clubs. Entertainment is the order of the day, providing something exceptional to get the people through your door rather than your neighbors. It is something our resort is lacking, and the search for talent begins today.

We will be hosting auditions to be our headlining performer at Imaginarium Resort and Casino, the winner will receive a lucrative contract to perform on our stage to thousands.

The format will be very similar to how many talent shows are run, you don't need to sign necessarily, you can dance, rap, do magic or whatever you think will captivate our attention. The prize will be 50 credits but there is also a bonus incentive. The competition entries can be submitted in RP form (To be posted in this thread) where you "perform for us" which would make it a writing competition.

Entries are also able to be submitted in Video format, and should you choose to submit your entry in this format and be declared the winner you will  be eligible for a bonus 25 credit prize. 

The Basics

 

Entries are open from now and will close at 23:59 MR Time, Sunday May 3rd.

Entries can be submitted in RP Format (Prize 50 Credits for the Winner)

Entries can be submitted via Youtube; Link Pasted in this Thread (75 Credits for the Winner)

You are able to submit multiple entries

Entries can be done in pairs.

Your performance can be original or covered content 

Dancing ,Singing, Rapping, Writing, Magic, Pole Dancing, or any other skill you might have that will be entertaining can be submitted as an application.

There will be 1 winner only  

*Zeitgeist chuckles to himself*

Looking forward to your applications.

Katra got to the auditions rather early it seemed. There didn't seem to be anyone around. So she looked around for Zeitgeist to get her audition over with. Her palms were sweaty and she was slightly nervous.

"Excuse me Sir. There doesn't seem to be a lot of people currently auditioning for being a performer. I'd like to be the first."

She paused momentarily as if to take a few breaths to prepare herself. Katra hated to be the center of attention but she really wanted to try out her story.

"I'll be reciting a story about my mother, Zephyra.  It's called This Way Evil Comes."

Katra began the story in hopes that it would be impressive enough to be considered entertaining.

"Zephyra had made a name for herself back in her home land. She was spoken of only in whispers. Her name brought fear to those that had knew there was a price on their heads, because she would do anything for a nice sum. She had spent her time as a young child perfecting the use of her knives. And when knives were not easiest she learned how to handle a gun.
 
She spent years making herself faster, stronger and much more silent. Even her footsteps could no longer be heard along the corridors. She was in fact very hard to detect when she had you in her sights.

After years of assassinations in her own country she received a message for a bigger challenge in America. Quickly she settled up her affairs before boarding the boat. There was nothing left unfinished in the old country so she could look forward to more work in the new country. It would take a good few weeks before she arrived.

Once Zephyra arrived on the shores of America, she soon found her Chicago. The correspondence told her to meet Samual Block at the diner on Grimmel Road. So she quickly headed off to find a motel that would ask no questions. She showered and got dressed. She wore her black pants and the matching black sweater. Throwing on her black boots and gathering up her purse she was ready for the meeting.

Zephyra strolled through Chicago. It was a city she heard so much about and almost felt like she knew it inside and out. Perhaps not the streets though because she found herself a bit lost. Spotting a young lad she stopped him momentarily.

"Excuse me young man." She said, doing her best to smile pleasantly. "Could you tell me how to get to the diner on Grimmel Road?"

"Yes ma'am. You take the first left and go about 6 blocks. Take a right onto West Road and  it connects with Grimmel. You want to go right again."

After repeating the directions back to him, Zephyra headed on her way. The rest of the trip was uneventful but she slowed down as soon as she saw the diner. It looked rather empty on the outside. So she strode up to it and realized there were a few people scattered inside. She brushed her hair back and tied it up into a ponytail before she entered.

Stepping through the doors she spotted an empty booth near the back. She slide down into the seats and quickly checked the menu. As the waitress came over she ordered a black coffee and some buttered toast. The coffee was served right away but the toast took about ten minutes. She used that time to scan the other patrons here. She didn't see anyone too shady so she quietly had her breakfast.

Once the waitress had cleared Zephyra's dishes a man slide into the booth with her. She merely raised her eyebrow as he introduced himself as Samual. She politely watched him as she waited for him to continue on. He slid her a few papers. These papers had the name of the man that the hit was for, the amount of money she would be paid and a picture of him. His name was Maxwell Brown.

She nodded her acceptance and he soon was on his way. She stayed for another cup of coffee. This would have to be quick and fast. The best option was the knives she had with her. No one would notice them since they were small enough to slip up her sleeves. Within minutes she had her plan set. She got up and paid her bill.

Slipping outside she headed straight back to her hotel. She would catch a nap because she would be up later that night. This Maxwell was known to frequent a bar on the other side of town every night.

Hours later Zephyra woke up. She grabbed a short black dress from her suitcase. Taking her time to do her hair and make up before putting on her heels. Grabbing up a nice purse she stashed her wallet and a small concealable knife. She also had another knife hidden beneath the dress. It was easily covered and not noticeable.

Calling a cab she was quickly on her way to the Southern Bar. It was a decent sized place and tonight it was packed. Thankful for the distraction of other bodies as she slipped into the place. Zephyra stayed away from the bar and kept her eye on the crowd. Once she spotted her target she took her time heading in his direction.

Maxwell stood on the dance floor. He was dancing with a few other ladies but didn't seem interested in them. She took her time grinding around other people dancing. It didn't take long for her to get his attention. She was a couple of feet away when they made eye contact. She noticed the dark hair and broad shoulders. This evening he was dressed in a fashionable brown suit. Quickly noting how the obvious attention gatherers didn't keep his interest she played shy.

Zephyra lowered her eyes just enough and began dancing with the nearest person. A young lad. He easily went with the flow of events. Next thing she knew there was a tap on her shoulder. She looked behind her and saw Maxwell. He beckoned her off the dance floor. She allowed him to get them drinks. During the time she chatted aimlessly. Fibbing her way through a history and interests. She built up his trust enough to suggest going outside.

This suggestion had been a ploy of course. She batted her lashes at him as they walked outside while suggesting a quieter spot.

"It seems a bit crowded here. Perhaps we could get to know each other around the corner?" Zephyra suggested.

"I'd like that." he said.

They walked around the left side and into an alley. She faked a chill and he walked closer to her. Zephyra pretended to be interested in this man even though she really didn't feel anything anymore. This was a job just like any other. Another stupid man believing that he commanded enough power to be interesting to a young woman. Perhaps he thought her stupid, she thought.

As Zephyra played along she backed him against a wall. Flirting shamelessly as she leaned into him. She covered her purse as she slipped a hand inside. As she leaned back she brought the sharp end of the knife against his jugular. Quickly and efficiently ending his life before he even know what had happened.

Stepping back away from the body so that she wouldn't get her dress completely soaked in his blood. She knelt down and said a short prayer for the man before wiping the blood off her knife onto his jacket. She dropped the knife into her purse and stepped back. Quickly she headed off into the alleys and towards her hotel.

Never had evil looked so beautiful as it did when Zephyra walked into the city."

Having finished the story Katra handed Zeitgeist her application and a written copy of the story.

"Thank you for listening to me."

Katra gathered her things and headed away. It would probably be some time before she heard back since auditions didn't end until May 3rd.

Irina hears news of a talent contest out of Las Vegas. She loved talent contests! She headed for the airport to catch a flight out. Once she arrived, although very nervous, she made her way to the event.

"Good evening ladies and gents! I have prepared a song for you this evening. I must tell you that sadly, it is not an original composition. I own nothing except for a few word changes. I hear that credit goes to some Fresh Prince guy, though I've never met him, the original song is lovely and quite catchy. I hope that you enjoy it."

https://vid.me/PirL

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became a thug in a town called New York.

In West Mother Russia born and raised in the coldlands is where I spent most of my days, bundled up, huddled up, staying real cool drinkin some vodka outside the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good were making mobster moves in my neighborhood. I did one little job and mom got mad she said you're movin to America with your cousin Vlad.

I arrived off the boat and it became clear, my cousin was working for the mafia here. It's crazy my mom thought that this land was rare, cause I was gonna do what I'd done back there.  

I met up with Ivan in this brand new land, I worked real hard and he made me a hand. I work with the people, I'm putting in hours enjoying my life in this thing of ours.

After fixing his earlier problem with his pronunciation and appearance, Yoritomo tries again. He grabs a pamphlet from his pocket and reads aloud:

Tyler is the bastard's name

refuses to be tame

prefers to shoot people to ashes

Will you look into the face of Fear?

Is it so ugly it will bring a tear?

What we know for sure is that

The results will be severe

Rose from the ashes

The Detroit Curse

Some kind of voodoo?

Executing people on the streets

giving haters a feast

Goodfellas from old

a story better not told?

Zeitgeist is a modern man

but still old school enough

thought he was a twat

now one of the best leaders I've had

Of Reverend I do not know a lot

supposedly a servant of God

Quiet man on the streets

his pockets he feeds

Knight of God keeps his city strong

his sword is heavy and long

Will his metal bum

protect him against a gun?

Man in plastic 

proclaims quite bombastic

about the power of the force

still copied from another source

Guy I do not know

In LA he runs a show

Was a bounty on his head

Tyler tried with his lead

Does the pain go away

when you use heroin

supposed to have a huge forehead

See him so little I tend to forget

When I do see him though

I grin

You could call him Supreme leader

not much humor

Likes to use an expletive

perhaps a bit sensitive?

Short in size

huge in character

Tyrion Lannister

A rock

Doesn't say all that much

But then again its just stone

boring and slow

A doctor he claims to be 

picked up those from Cuba

or is he just a Cyka?

Thinks he is the great Che

Now he is passé 

A communist with that name?

Guy likes to play the game

Soon he will be father of his district

future is optimistic

Another Russian

lesser known

calls Manhattan is home

was better off in the gulag

Who is this guy 

I don't see him in the streets

scarred skin and sunken eyes

quietness applies

Lady coming from a song

life's been prosperous and long

want to start a secret clique?

Swear the other Trixie won't be there.

Name is not really correct

but 't was expected

history shown it's been done before

better not repeat it more

Don't like eggs all that much

but I'll make an exception for the Dutch

Be careful of your pockets

or it might be war

take a pro

hide a ho

Loves his camels a lot

comprehensible his family name is not

I guess he likes to lynch or be lynched

perhaps a little unhinged?

Gollum crawls out from behind the alley way. Staring blankly at the judges waiting for the first sound of a breath to give him the go ahead to start his audition. Slowly his eyes start looming in to those of the judges. When they give him the nod Gollum begins to speak. 

Good evening good evening. If i were able to have my own show at the wonderful-glorious-beautiful-majestic-Imaginarium Resort and Casino it would be a lot of non stop action. At times i would dance for people.

Gollum glares at the dj before he busts out his epic dance moves. 

Cue the music stupid fat dj.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nA7dVcUs0U

When Gollum finishes dancing he looks out and grins widely.

Sometimes the crowd will get a taste of an Epic Rap battle of me versus well...ME!

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hs4Ma7J0cyg

When Gollum finishes his rap battle against himself he decides to set the mic down. Taking off his excess gold chains that he seems to wear when he decides to rap for no apparent reason, Gollum then rushes to the forward of the stage. 

Thankyou Thankyou for letting me get this chance to become the biggest sensation of LAS VEGAS Imaginarium Resort and Casino. I will make sure the show is accessible to all in the fine district and make sure i am consistently bringing New Yorkers through Vegas to enjoy the show and all other pleasures that Vegas has to offer. 

Gollum bows and immediately scales the wall off into his dressing room waiting for the final announcements. 

Katra will win this one hands down if we can consider sending people to sleep a talent.

2nd Prize goes to Minamoto for the ability to make a poem that rhymes, sometimes.

I can live with that.

Happy with his predicted 2nd prize, Yoritomo suddenly realizes that there isn't a second prize. He quietly breaks down in tears.

Onikage turns up late, apologises and leaves...."I could have won that!" he says into himself.

The contest is still open, Onikage.

Katra slipped back in for another audition. This one would probably not make sense but it humored her to deliver it anyways.

"This one is titled: Amusing Mafia."

With a chuckle she began reading her original works.

"There once was a Godfather.

He was somewhat of a bother.

His Right Hand

Used to be in a band.

He authed an old Don

Who made everyone yawn.

His pretty bold suit

Didn't make him very cute.

His biggest hitter

Had a nervous twitter.

His biggest earner

Forgot to turn off the burner.

The HQ went up in flames

But nobody was there to blame.

Someone else rebuilt

And wrapped everyone under a quilt.

Success! Dat bum's swimmin' with da fishes."

She left the audition stage and took a chair in the back to see the other auditions.

Walking over to a random spot, he pulls out a piece of paper, from where exactly, no one can entirely be sure, and then proceeds to squat while a light spraying can be heard by everyone in the area. After the paper is completely soaked, he stands up and walks away, but not before whispering a few simple words to the people in attendance.

"Art. I'd understand if I don't win, you probably just don't get it."

Without another word the Shark leaves the drenched item behind, he had made a statement this day.

...maybe?

Was a lot of fun watching the posts in this comp

Good Evening Folks

Sorry for the long delay but some of the judges were away and took a while to review the entrants.

After votes were cast by all 3 judges and some discussions held between myself and one of the judges in particular.

Two entries stood out, we were able to identify a winner quite easily, but another entrant was literally so close behind we felt that it was horribly unfair that she would receive nothing for her efforts.

After discussing the matter with the 1st place winner, we have agreed to split the purse.

With 50 credits going to the winner......

IrinaPetrov! For what we felt was a truly awesome performance.

with 25 credits going to our first runner up

Katra! For a truly amazing entry.

Thank you so much to all the other entrants, your hard work and effort was appreciated by the judges.