Psylocke sat at the cafe and sipped her tea whilst poking through the newspaper, looking for more work. Her current gig was almost up, and was only part time anyway. There'd be no renewal from it.
She sighed, thinking how much easier this had been when she had an agent - but her previous one, aside from ripping her off, had dumped her after she dyed her hair purple and refused to change it.
He had been so wrong about her not getting jobs because of it. Moron.
She took a bite of her lunch and turned the page.
"Oh, hello, what's this?" she said aloud, her surprise apparent.
It was an article, linked with ad, about Prince Harry starting a production company "Royal Pictures", and already had two new projects in the works, a movie series and a TV series. He was looking for mutants interested in an acting career.
Psylocke read the details with a growing interest. Usually she ignored ads asking for mutants (if it wasn't a ploy, it was something else equally unsavoury or scandleous), but this was looked like it was actually genuine. Certainly it was well known that Prince Harry was a mutant, and in either case, now the royal family had it name on it, it would be seriously bad PR for it to be a farce.
She finished her lunch quickly, gathered her bag and the newspaper and headed home quickly. She wanted to prepare her application, and as every moment passed she got a little more excited by the prospect.
Then, if only to fuel her resolve, that night there was a story on it on practically all the news shows. Which was even better than the newspaper because they went into more details.