Behind the Scenes: Meeting the Cast!

A/N: Please comment any spelling or grammar errors if you noticed any. I was in a rush to make this chapter.

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"Cue the sun."

At the command of a single woman, the special effect moderators followed her orders and rapidly typed into their holographic computers as they work to bring the artificial sun to the sky.

A giant spotlight hanging above inside the Simulation-Dome rose up and shined upon island inside. The artificial skies shift from night-black to a lush blue. The cloud machine activated and started spurting smoke in a set pattern to make convincing clouds.

Madame Bonnibel watched carefully on her multiple monitors to make sure the sun came up in a steady and realistic fashion possible. Satisfied with the animation, she turned on her microphone and switched it to output to main set, "Alright everyone, we've got no more time left to waste. Get into your roles and positions, we've only got ten minutes before John wakes up."

Even though Madame Bonnibel has been doing this for around eighteen years now, it never did get any easier for her to multitask. When she was in the zone of moderating every single hidden camera monitor in her office, the outside reality around her practically didn't exist anymore.

When she was in her office, when she was at her seat staring at the screens in front of her, she would turn into the god of a different reality. Her own reality. Truman's reality.

With a strict and discerning eye, she carefully watched over the hundreds of thousands of live footage as each of her workers and actors got into their places.

Tapping her headpiece, she firmly commanded, "Today is a special occasion, people! I want no mistakes or blunders for today's episode! This is John Truman's eighteenth birthday, and it has to be absolutely perfect!"

Various workers responded back affirmatively as they all followed her directions, like a hive-mind of ants obeying their queen.

"Pedestrian with Limp, I know you're trying to get into character but pick up the pace a bit! Camera's not on you for another ten minutes so you can afford to break character this one time!" She called one person out, watching the actor on the screen heed her instructions and limp away faster. "Professional Business-Man Looking Busy #4, your suit isn't ironed properly! Either get a new suit or get someone on set to iron it out for you!" A man got startled on-screen and fumbled with his briefcase before giving a thumbs up and rushing back to makeup and costume department. "Can someone please assist Katherine with her dress before she ends up late for her role?!" A young girl with raven hair was mindlessly button-mashing away on some sort of new game console in her dressing room, even as her army of make-up artists surrounded her as they did their best to get her ready.

Within the confines of her giant Simulation-Dome covering the suburban town of Seahaven Island, everyone residing inside worked for her. Actors and actresses, construction workers, trend analysis, camera crew, and so much more. There wasn't a single person in her carefully crafted world that didn't explicitly work under her.

Well, besides the obvious person.

Back when she first adopted John, this place was nothing more than a giant waste dump filled with pollution and toxic water. The day she bought this location for a pretty penny, she immediately went to renovate the entire location to make sure that it'll be the perfect place for John to grow up in. All the buildings and decor was based on her somewhat old-fashioned tastes of the 1960s old world American aesthetic. She'd be damned if she wasn't proud of the final result of her hard work and money spent though, after spending a decade trying to finish it.

The Simulation-Dome that surrounded the island itself was actually an invention of her own design. It was something she spent years trying to work on and perfect even before she adopted John and started this television show.

A giant dome cage protecting the island from all outside influences, that can be controlled from within to do anything and everything she ever wanted. If she ever wanted to weather to change or speed up the fabric of time, it would only take a single command from her to make it happen.

She's already accomplished so much in life and she only just recently entered her forty's. It's a miracle that her obsessive daily work routine hasn't started greying her hair yet, still a luscious blond color as the day she was born.

Despite being middle-aged, she still looked like she was in her twenties. Her large breasts still haven't begun to sag yet, and she barely had a wrinkle in her face. She wouldn't doubt that if she decided to retire right here and right now, she would have no trouble finding plenty of young male suitors wanting to ask her out at her doorstep.

Pointless to think about though, as she doesn't ever plan on retiring from this job for the rest of her life. Once she becomes too old and slow to work as the director of the Truman Show anymore, she planned on having her daughter to be her successor and have her fulfill the role to watch over John's life.

Speaking of daughters, Alice Bonnibel came into her office at that exact moment to set a cup of coffee down on her table.

"Here you go, Mom. Black and bitter, just how you like it."

Madame Bonnibel gave a quick glance at her young daughter before nodding gratefully and sipping her drink.

The young girl was a spitting image of what she looked like back when she was her age. A messy blonde with short hair, with big breasts hidden away under her turtleneck sweater.

Beyond looks, she also had the exact same calculating and professional personality of her mother as well. Although she currently had a small role in the grand scheme of things, acting as her own coffee-girl off set and portraying the school librarian when on set, Madame Bonnibel was confident that her daughter would be able to seamlessly take over the role as the director should anything happen to her anytime soon.

Adjusting her business-glasses, Madame Bonnibel nodded to her daughter, "You should get on set soon, Alice. John always comes to the library during lunch period."

"I know, Mom." Alice nodded back professionally as she adjusted her own business-glasses, "Happy eighteenth anniversary."

Before Alice could turn and leave though, Madame Bonnibal called out, "That reminds me, it was your birthday last week, right? You're about two years older than John now."

"I'm twenty now, yes," Alice responded stoically.

"Sorry I missed your birthday. Too busy with the Truman Show." Bonnibel said softly.

"I'm aware." Alice didn't give off any hint of emotions in her responses, just like how Bonnibel taught her. If she seemed even remotely upset, she didn't show it.

"Was there anything you wanted to get?"

"No. Don't worry about me, Mom." Alice turned away as she prepared to leave, "Focus more on John's birthday today."

With that, she left without another word.

Madame Bonnibel didn't give it another thought, already back to focusing on her monitors to make sure everything was going smoothly.

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Katherine Valentine was a very high-profile child actress from New Zealand. Starting her career at the age of ten, the raven-haired girl had already become a popular child-star from her work in a famous children's show Professor Dollop's Magical Mouse-Hole. After the series prematurely ended after the writer and director of the series committed -suicide due to a cheating spouse, she had been to find other work in order to keep her stardom status going.

Originally, she was only meant to be cast as a background cameo on the Truman Show. However, during the beach episode of Season 11, episode 237, Katherine accidentally bumped into Truman when both of them sneaked away from the adults without anyone knowing.

Mistaking Truman as a son of one of the crew members, they played together in a well-lit cave on the island and got along pretty well due to their similar ages. Eventually, the camera would pick out where they were located and the crew would go in to safely retrieve them after a long day full of heart attacks and panic over the missing children.

When it was revealed to Katherine that Truman was actually the main star of the Truman Show and not just some random kid of a random crew member, Katherine immediately asked her agent to sign her up for a permanent role in the series in order to get closer to Truman, charmed as she was by the boy's charismatic personality.

Now when she's on set, instead of Katherine Valentine, she goes by her character's name Cait Simmons. The childhood friend who lives nearby John's house and also potential love interest.

"For the love of God, can't you put that thing down for two seconds so that we can put your dress on?!" One of her dressers screamed in desperation as her team struggled to get her prepared.

"Ahuh, almost done- just give me a second. I gotta do this boss real quick." Katherine mumbled mindlessly, her eyes practically attached to the screen of her new Nintendo 3DSwitchEXL Retro Wii From Outerspace.

"You were almost done half an hour ago!" Her dresser cried out, before tearing his hair apart in a stressful fit.

Another dresser came up to beg, "Miss Valentine, please! Don't you know what day it is today?!"

"It's John's birthday today, I know, Jesus." Katherine grumbled annoyedly, "I got exactly ten minutes before he wakes up, just give me a second to finish this!"

"Aren't you worried at all that you might fall behind compared to the other actresses?" Her previous dresser asked desperately, "If you don't take this role seriously, they might get one up over you and steal Truman away before you're even given the chance!"

At that, Katherine gave a long scoff before giving a condescending laugh, "Are you kidding me? Like hell any of the other hussies here have any advantages over me." Eyes still glued to her game screen, she continued on, "These bitches out there are in a losing battle against me. I've been here on the Truman Show longer than any of these girls ever have. I've known John since we were just middle schoolers, I've been his friend for years now. I know everything there is to know about him, we're practically better brothers and sisters than his own sister!"

"And what if that might be a disadvantage instead? What makes you think he'll be interested in a girl that he's already known his whole life?"

Katherine paused for a moment before glancing away from her game screen for the first time since she arrived to glare at the dresser questioning her confidence. Pausing her game, she stepped down on her dressing platform and got up into the face of the dresser as he backed away with a nervous gulp. "Have you ever looked at me before? Seriously, take a minute to just soak it all in."

The dresser anxiously stood back and stared as Katherine bent forward with a seductive pose.

"Do you see this face of mine?" She cupped her cheek for emphasis, before flipping her luxurious black hair back and squeezing her well-endowed breasts, "Do you see these puppies bouncing in front of you? You really think John is going to be stupid and blind enough to pass up the chance to get this rockin' hot bod of mine?" Katherine turned around to slap her ass and wiggled it, making the dresser give another nervous but anticipating gulp as he desperately hid the tent of his pants away, "Ask yourself this question. Who are you more likely to ask out on a date if you had the balls to do it? The cute and sexy girl next door who you've known and gotten along with your entire childhood life, who still clings onto you and hangs out with you at every opportune moment? Or some random hussy you've only known for a year or two who you're not even sure likes you back?"

The dresser couldn't help but look away in embarrassment, unable to withstand the pressure dealt towards him.

"Sure, I might not be Little Miss Bimbo who's been voted the title of Teenager's Wet Dream for three years in a row, but I don't need to win votes or support from anyone outside Seahaven." Standing normally again, she brought her game up and resumed playing, "The only person I need to win over is John himself. Earning the role of Truman's wife was already in the bag for me since day one."

The team of dressers and makeup artists around her awkwardly stood back and stared at each other, unable to bring themselves to argue her logic.

One girl in the team gave a loud cough to get Katherine's attention though, as she got back on topic, "That's all well and good, Miss Valentine, but can you please let us help you get into your outfit before we're late?! PLEASE?!"

"You know, I'd be able to beat this boss faster if you guys stopped distracting me every three minutes." Katherine boredly replied, already in the zone of her boss fight.

A loud groan resounded in her dressing room as her team anxiously waited for her to finish.

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Her name was Elizabeth McWell. Lovely, beautiful, exquisite, she was the very model of the elite woman. Born in her home country of France and raised abroad around the world, she grew up to become an international star as she played hundreds of roles in many kid shows and chick flicks in every corner of the globe.

Despite her impressive reservoir of acting skills and history of talented roles, her career was unfortunately hit with a turbulent snag that threatens to send her to a pit of irrelevancy in pop culture. Her recent role before joining the Truman Show was that of Isabella Goose in the trilogy movie about a high school romance, depicting her character in a love triangle with a bodacious space alien that sparkles under radiation and a handsome domesticated dog person with a fondness for doing taxes. The movies flopped horribly due to the poor directions of the hack director, as it was his first time directing a movie without any assistant directors or producers to control his indomitable ego. This also caused many critics to lambast Elizabeth for her emotionless and robotic acting in the trilogy, despite the fact that it was the director's fault since it was his imbecile directing, constantly correcting her and pushing her to act more and more like a dead plank of wood during production.

The damage had already been done, and now she was on the verge of being a complete laughing stock in Hollywood as many of her fans created vicious memes and jokes about her acting skills in the recent movies.

Thankfully, she had a competent agent to help pull her out of the mud, as he had suggested her to take a more simple role in a much more tasteful TV series.

She had occasionally watched the Truman Show before back when she had the free time to enjoy such leisurely activities, so of course, she jumped at the chance play as a guest star in order to boost her credibility and return her stardom status back to normal again.

She was meant to have a temporary role as a cultural exchange student from France, a celebrity cameo meant to show up for a few episodes during its fifteenth season in order for both Truman and Elizabeth's fame to bounce off of each other before her character would have to leave to return back to school in her home country.

What she expected was a quick and easy job that'll be enough to bounce her acting career back up from the brink of irrelevancy. What she DIDN'T expect was that she would actually take a liking to John Truman during her stay on the series.

Having been assigned as lab partners with him in school, he's shown himself to be very friendly and casual towards her as they worked together on some arbitrary school project. Elizabeth had never met anyone like him before, having been so used to being treated like a goddess among mortals.

For the first time in her life, she felt like she met someone who treated her like an equal instead of putting her on a pedestal. To be honest, she actually quite liked being treated like such a normal girl, even if she was only just acting.

Not only that, but he was quite charming and cute as well. She couldn't help but feel a growing attachment towards him as the week dragged on.

When the end of her role was growing near, she took a risk and desperately begged her agent to sign her up to become a permanent character on the Truman Show in order to get closer with the boy her age.

And thus, Felicia Hardins was born, a French foreign exchange student that decided to immigrate and live on Seahaven Island permanently.

This proved not only to be beneficial for her career, as her fame and relevancy had skyrocketed since the decision to stay, but also beneficial for her as she now was given the chance to be a part of Truman's life and interact with him on a daily basis.

"Not enough blush." Elizabeth exclaimed sternly as she glared at her reflection.

The makeup artist behind her gave a nervous grin, "Um... Mademoiselle, you look fine just the way you are. I don't really think you need anymore-"

"FERME TA GUEULE!"

Elizabeth loudly slammed her fist on the makeup desk in front of her, causing the artist to squeal and jump back in fright.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Marques! I'm not trying to look 'fine'! I'm trying to look beautiful! If I say that you're not using enough blush, then it means that you're not using enough blush!" She shouted sternly, before calming herself down and readjusting her elegant and glowing silver hair back to look cute. "You are nothing more than a dog that's supposed to follow my instructions. You're not hired to give me any fashion advice. Vos qualifications sont pas plus de valeur qu'un permis de chien!"

"Oh..." The makeup artist looked completely dejected as he depressingly grabbed more blush and daintily dabbed some of it onto Elizabeth's cheeks.

Finished with her makeup, the French actress carefully examined herself in the mirror before giving a satisfied nod. "Some eyeliner next, if you please."

Knowing his place like the dog he was, the makeup artist pulled out some eyeliner and began to carefully draw on her eyelids.

"You have no idea how important this new season of the Truman Show is going to be for me." Elizabeth began to explain, laying perfectly still as her servant got to work, "Truman's eighteenth birthday is today! He's finally old enough to be considered an adult, which means that it's now more important than ever to display to him how much of a viable romantic option I am. In order to gain his fancy, I must look as beautiful and stunning as possible if I want to have even a chance to secure a future relationship with him! If I lack any qualities whatsoever, even the slightest disadvantage might be enough to push him away and give those other whores the opportunity to steal him from me! In absolutely no circumstances must that ever happen!"

"Yes, Mademoiselle..." The makeup artist replied submissively.

"No matter what happens, John Truman will belong to me. I won't accept anything less, and I won't be held back by the likes of anyone."

Her makeup artist finished applying the eyeliner, giving Elizabeth a remarkably beautiful look. It was enough that even Elizabeth herself had to pause to admire the handiwork.

"Adéquate." She nodded in approval, before moving to stand up, "Now then, grab me my ripped jeans and small yoga hoodie! Felicia Hardins can't go out there without her signature outfit!"

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"I should totally have, like, some kind of trademarked sex moan." Samantha Orleans stated as she curled her long platinum blonde hair.

"Wait, what?" A nearby assistant intern asked in shock, wondering if he heard that right.

"A trademarked sex moan! You know, once I get into bed with John and we fuck each other's brains out on live TV." Sam explained as if it was obvious, "I mean, we're practically going to be going at it every single day once I get him to ask me out. I gotta have something that'll instantly make people recognize that it's from me, you know?"

"An excellent idea, Miss Orleans." Her stone-faced manager responded stoically.

"Is she serious? I can't tell if she's being serious or not..." The intern next to him whispered confusedly, writing down notes on his clipboard for future reference.

Finished with her amazingly long sexy hair, Sam put her curling iron down and turned around to pose in a lewd position, "So, like, which moan do you think will be sexier? I'm torn between choosing to do this one:" Samantha suddenly started convulsing as her eyes rolled back to her head and she screamed a loud porn-star moan, loud enough to reverberate the entire dressing room.

Her manager barely even flinched, remaining emotionless as ever. The intern, however, did not fare well as he blushed uncontrollably and got a huge boner from seeing his boss act out her orgasm.

"Or maybe this one:" Sam then shifted her head back with a tongue lolled out and gave repeating grunts as she thrust her pelvis back and forth like a mindless zombie.

Once she was done, she stood back up with a curious smile as if she didn't just fake two orgasms in a row just a second ago. "So? Which one do you think is better?" She asked with her head tilted in a cute fashion.

"Whichever you feel is right, Miss Orleans." Her manager responded simply, barely giving any kind of reaction.

Sam gave an exhausted sigh, "Still fence-sitter as ever, Marcus." Rolling her eyes, she then turned to the new intern who flinched under her gaze, "What about you? Which do you think is better?"

"I... Uh... I... I don't... Um... You..." The intern stammered incoherently, unable to form the brain functions needed to give a literate response due to how caught off guard he was. He kept repeatedly looking back and forth between her and the clipboard in his hand, having no notes to prepare himself for this situation.

"Well, the erection you're trying so to hide says that you seem to really like both..." Sam shamelessly pointed out, causing the intern to cover his crotch in embarrassment, "But it still really doesn't answer the question. Hm..." Turning around to face the mirror, she gave a contemplative look at herself, "Maybe I should make my moans louder? Oh, but I wouldn't want to overact and make it seem too obvious that I'm faking it..."

"No matter what you choose to do, I'm sure your fans will love you regardless." Marcus the manager reassured.

"Oh, them?" Sam turned to ask curiously, "No, I don't care about them, I'm talking about Truman! I don't want him to think I'm just faking it. Cosmopolitan Magazine states that seven out of ten men feel insecure and inadequate after finding out their lovers fake their orgasms during sex. I want to make sure Truman believes one-hundred percent that he's some sort of sex god with complete control over me. It'll make him totally attached to me, easy peasy."

"Jesus Christ, is it getting hotter in here." The intern asked nervously, pulling on his shirt uncomfortably as he began to sweat, "I think I need a cold shower or something..."

Just then, Samantha snapped her fingers in eureka, "That's it! Maybe I don't need to have a trademarkable sex moan or worry about faking any orgasms! All I need to do is give him a blowjob every day! That way, I don't have to make any noises at all and he'd still get turned on by it!"

"Jesus Christ..." The intern began to sweat more profusely as the conversation raged on, the tent in his pent getting noticeably more stiff and erect as each second passes despite his attempts to push it down.

"Okay, new plan then!" Sam excitedly took out her hairbrush and held it opposite so that the handle was pointed directly towards her face. "Which kind of face should I make while I suck him off? Should I do something like this:" Sam then engulfed the handle into her mouth and as she kept one eye closed and the other half-lidded, before thrusting the hairbrush in and out of her mouth.

"Oh God..." The intern's eyes practically bulged out of his eye sockets as she watched his boss suck on that hairbrush handle like an expert pornstar, his stare completely magnetized to the motions entering in and out of her mouth.

"Or should I make a face like this:" Sam used both hands to hold the hairbrush now as she began thrusting it faster in her mouth, her head bobbing like a jackhammer as she moaned in absolute pleasure and her eyes rolled up to the back of her head.

"Oh fuck, OH FUCK, OH FUCK-" The intern's face contorted to a pained expression as he covered his crotch tightly with his two hands, accidentally dropping the clipboard he was holding. His waist seemed to involuntarily jolt forward a few times as he shuddered in ectasy before he was able to calm down. Looking down, the intern began to feel a deep dark shame as he realized his crotch was leaking fluids, making a noticeable dark patch on his pants.

Instead of being grossed out by this, Sam seemed to react positively as she remarked, "Perfect! I know exactly which face I should do now!" Setting her hairbrush away, she gave a proud smirk to herself before turning around to blow a kiss, "Thanks, new intern!"

As Samantha continued to prepare herself, Marcus the manager patted the intern on the back sympathetically, "She did that to the last intern too, before you showed up."

"God, this is embarrassing..." The intern muttered uncomfortably, doing his best to pretend he wasn't leaking cum into his pants and failing miserably. "How long did the last guy before me last?"

"Took the last intern a week." The manager answered, before adding in a quick, "Also, she was a girl."

"Oh God." The intern blinked dumbly.

Samantha Orleans was a famous American teen actress known for her roles as the romantic love interest in many high school romance movies, most predominantly the famous "Teenage School Musical" series. She also managed to get a few lead main character roles in some soap operas under her belt as well, meaning she had plenty of experience playing both lead and support in her acting career. A teenage heartthrob among the North American populace, she's been voted by men of all ages to be Hollywood's Wet Dreams for Boys three years in a row.

Different from the other actresses in the Truman show, Samantha was actually scouted out by director Madame Bonnibel to play as the main romantic interest in John Truman's life back before he even started high school. This was, of course, before Bonnibel realized how much of a hit with the ladies he would somehow become as more and more famous actresses started to pool in and request to join the series.

When Sam was first given her script and assigned her role, she honestly thought that this would be an easy job. Act cute and pretty for both the camera and for Truman, capture his heart, become his girlfriend, and the rest should play out from there. I mean, it's always been easy like that for every other job she had, and she even snagged up a few hearts from her male coworkers on set before without meaning to. How different would it be for John?

Turns out, very much so.

When they met in person for the first time, Samantha did her best to flirt John up to try to get a reaction out of him. John acted very respectful and kind towards her, without so much as biting the bait.

Later when it was night and Sam went to watch replays of the episode, she watched the part where John's best friend asked him what he thought of her.

"I dunno. Sweet, I guess? A bit on the plain side, maybe." This was John's response.

Samantha reacted negatively to this.

"Plain...? Did he just call me plain? PLAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN?!"

Taking personal offense to his innocuous comments about her, she walked right up the scriptwriters and director Madame Bonnibel to demand them to completely rewrite her character into an entirely different person.

What was originally once supposed to be a generic cute popular girl as a love interest for Truman, has now transformed into Sheila Cummings. A revamped version of her old normal role, focusing less on acting cutesy and relatable, and now more focused on being a total hot slut of a girl who spits out sexual innuendos like an UZI, wearing the most revealing outfits possible, and just generally acts like the type of girl that you'd never want to introduce to your mother.

So far, this change has given somewhat noticeably positive results. John Truman has been much more easily flustered around her presence than when they first met. Not so plain anymore, huh?

This new change in character may have deviated Samantha's real personality a bit, as she has stopped playing the characters she used to play and started spreading her options out to fit more... dubious propositions.

(Read: Has gone fucking insane and is now obsessed with acting like a bimbo cumslut to prove a long-forgotten point.)

"Hey Marcus, do you think we have enough in our budget to afford another boobjob?" Samantha asked insecurely, giving a frown as she squeezed her breasts together.

While the intern was mesmerized at the sight of his boss playing with her tits, her manager calmly responded, "I can schedule you for another appointment at Dr. Zhengs to set you up for another enlargement."

"Great!" Samantha cheered, "I've been thinking about getting these babies to get as big as the Director's size, maybe."

The intern had a glazed look over his eyes as he personally imagined what his boss would look like if she had the same cup size as Madame Bonnibel's. It only took a few seconds, but this brief moment of imagination was enough to bring his erection back in full , which was now uncomfortably rubbing against the wet spot of his pants.

"Damn it..."

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Five minutes left before John Truman wakes up.

In a bit of a frantic tone, Madame Bonnibel switched her headset microphone on and connected to everyone on the frequency, "Alright everyone, whatever you're doing right now needs to be finished RIGHT this second, because everyone should have been in their positions five minutes ago! Move it people, chop-chop! Truman's gonna wake up in FIVE MINUTES!"

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"Woo! Haha! I beat my old speedrun record!" Katherine cheered loudly as she celebrated her victory against the evil BowsGanon.

"Oh thank god, now can you please-"

Before her dressers could even finish uttering another word, Katherine somehow managed to quickly get dressed up in her outfit. In a blink of an eye, she somehow already had on her cute girly dress, frilly hair bow, and applied lipstick, all within the span of five seconds.

"How do I look, boys?" Katherine asked with a cute pose to go with it.

With a heavy twitch in his eye, one of the dressers fainted on the spot from sheer relief of the stress he had to deal with all day. Many others collapsed to their knees right on the spot, feeling the exhaustion catching up to them.

"Cute enough to knock guys to the ground. I love it!" Katherine smugly grinned before getting ready to leave her dressing room.

Donning a determined face, she took a deep breath as she got into character. No longer Katherine Valentine any longer, the girl known as Cait Simmons stepped into place to fill her shoes.

Breathing out, Cait gave a cute giggle to herself, "Cait Simmons, let's go seize John's heart! FOR VICTORY!"

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Elizabeth double checked herself in the mirror, making absolutely sure that her outfit was completely up to her standards. Satisfied with the results, she began to close her eyes and repeated a mantra to herself over and over again in order to get herself immersed into character.

"My name is Felicia and I am a cute shy schoolgirl... My name is Felicia and I am a cute shy schoolgirl... My name is Felicia and I am a cute shy schoolgirl..."

Elizabeth swallowed a heavy gulp of air before letting all out.

Her face softened up as she meekly curled her head into her hoodie while awkwardly rubbing her arm. Like a flip of a button, she was an entirely different person.

"Oh, John... I really hope I'll be able to confess to him today..." Felicia mumbled to herself with a nervous blush.

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"Oh, it looks like it's time for me to shine!" Samantha exclaimed excitedly before giving herself some finishing touches on her makeup.

Satisfied with the results, she hurriedly jogged to the exit, but not before stopping to give one small test run first on her new assistant intern.

With a smoldering look, Shiela Cummings glanced over at the intern and gave a flirtatious smile, "Wish me luck out there, handsome! If things go well today, I might have a reward for you when I get back!"

"..." The intern gave a blank stare at his boss, before snapping out of it and asking, "Wait, for real? What kind of reward?!"

"MMmm~ What kind do you think? Use that naughty imagination of yours and take a wild guess~"

Knowing that she already had him putty in her hands, it only took a simple wink for him to cum buckets into his pants again as his imagination fueled his lustful mind of what's to come.

Leaving her dressing room behind, she only had one thought in her mind as she confidently made her way to her position on set.

"When this is all over, I am going to make you scream my last name, John."

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As the timer reached down to it's last ten seconds, everyone rushed to their places and prepared for the next episode of the Truman Show.

Neighbors were already in their houses. Background characters were already outside and ready to go about their daily business. A whole lot of product placements were already plastered all over the walls, signs, and billboards.

The many hidden cameras in Truman's house swerved around to focus singly on Truman the moment he wakes up.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

John opened his eyes as his alarm woke him up.

Collectively all around the world, from America and Europe, to Asia and Australia, to the people living in the Artic and Antarctic, to the Supreme Chancellor's family living in their golden palace, to the astronauts in outer space.

Everyone already tuning in screamed together in perfect unison.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRUMAN!"