Clayton looked at the camera with an arrogant confidence. He grabbed his belt and stood, looking moody, down towards the cameraman. He swayed provocatively from side to side, smirking menacingly.
The music started.
“And… mime!” Declared the floor director.
“Mime?” Scoffed Clayton. “I can’t mime… I don’t know the words”.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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