Psylocke arrived home after a long photo shoot. She had been grateful for the work - she did still have bills to pay - but it had been exhausting. She saw the pile of mail waiting for her and groaned, not in the mood to go through it.
Nonetheless, she picked up the pile, and dumped it all on the kitchen bench. She put on the kettle, and then started going through it as she waited for the kettle to boil.
"Hello, what's this?" Psylocke asked herself.
It was another letter from Royal Pictures, which she slowly opened. She hoped it wouldn't be a call for another audition. She was not in the mood for that kind of news.
"YES!" she exclaimed.
It wasn't another audition. Oh, no, it was a letter saying that she had gotten in. They wanted her in the movies. The movies!
Psylocke was so excited, she leapt up in the air for joy.
She was so excited in fact, that it took her the rest of the evening to calm down long enough to read the rest of the letter and actually comprehend it too.