Stop to question what you signed

Your hand on the door... Wait what did I even sign? You turn back to the secretary. "Hey I'm sorry what did I just sign?"

She snorts, "yeah most don't really read the fine print. I'll give you the jist of it. You are a contestant on our gameshow where men are the focus."

"No I was applying to be the host of a show!" Your voice cracks a little with the panic that you were about to walk out to something that would of been awful. "I only answered the ad because I thought I'd be the host!"

The receptionist snorts again, she can't contain her disbelief, "honey, males don't get to be the host of most shows... There's only one show by the studio with a male host and it's on the verge of being cancelled. Ratings just aren't good compared to ones where males can be replaced."

"Well then I think I'll head home," you are a little disappointed. For a few glorious hours you thought this dream of being an internationally beloved star was for real.

"Honey, honey! You can't leave," she says with no laughter left. "You signed on with the recording studio.. you owe us time on a stage one way or another." This rattles you. "You belong to the company so either you try being the host of our other show, go figure out something with the head of the recording studio upstairs, or I call the police. What's it ganna be?"