"Are you sure this is the place?" Jin couldn't help but ask, as in front of him, instead of an office, was just a house that resembled the other houses in the town.
"Well, it matches the address…" Dylan said as he took out his phone and rang the director's number.
A subtle sound of ringing could be heard from the inside of the house as Jin and Dylan exchanged gazes with each other.
It was only after the eighth ring that the phone was picked up.
"Hello, sir, this is Dylan. I've reached the address with Jin for the audition," Dylan told over the phone.
"Oh, have?!" A loud was came from inside as the entrance door of the house was soon unlatched, and a man in his late sixties looked towards them with a friendly gaze.
He was wearing a dirty apron outside his regular clothing, seeing which, a subtle frown couldn't help but appear on Jin's and Dylan's faces.
