Fix me or just conflict me, I'll do anything
It didn't matter how much of an extrovert you are; when applying for a job, the rule is you have to be nervous. The Universe didn't accept cool confidence or cocky, smarmy charm from applicants and supplicants. No, the proper sacrifice was to have knocking knees, a tremoring heart, and scattered thoughts. Leave your dignity at the door, because no matter how sharp your outfit or how neat your hair, there's gonna be that bit of fear in your eyes as you wait for one of the staff members to fix you with that customer service look only to pause when they see the application in your hand. Then the second looks come: who is this skinny kid and what does he think he's doing here? Is he even old enough to work, let alone work in a pub? And who the hell brings a guitar case to drop off an application?
Damien took a deep breath and forced himself to grin. The Charm would help, he knew, but he had to be relaxed if he was going to work his one edge over the other potential new hires looking to, of all things, wash dishes and bus tables. What had happened to the economy that menial service jobs had gotten so competitive? He had no secondary degree and had forged graduation papers from a muggle school just so he could say he attended public school and was qualified to work.
He reviewed his application with another steadying breath. Maybe this was stupid. This pub was close to Diagon and there surely would be wizards popping in for a drink, so his odds of getting caught here were higher than he liked...but, eating was still a thing he needed to do, food still cost money, and this was one of the few places he hadn't put in an application. His record was freshly publish, so maybe that would take off and maybe it wouldn't, but maybe didn't pay rent and it sure as hell didn't buy food or keep the air conditioner working, so he needed to supplement his meager as hell income with somethjng, anything...The gigs at the Borderline paid well enough, but three days of work a week just meant he was starving to death more slowly instead of normal speed. Speaking of which, he needed to cut another hole in his belt tonight...dammit.
The singer put that out of his mind and smiled at one of the patrons, trying to turn the Charm in so that he was warmed up and in good form for the inevitable 'can I help you'?