SCENARIO:
A Beautiful stunning morning in Orlando Florida, 10 am on Sunday, as you walk out the discreetly hidden staff door to the underground network beneath the park, you step out in your character outfit is Han Solo, your outfit consisting of ruggedly, handsome, chisel features, stubble, short scruffy, brown hair, tan skin, eight pack barely concealed, toned body. Wearing low-rise dark blue riders pants with a red stripe down the side, a brown distressed leather/blaster, brown leather rider boots, white flap-collar shirt, black open vest, You stroll out onto the pavement to greet patrons of the park, spending most of your time concentrated around ‘Star Wars, Galaxy’s Edge’, making yourself available for questions about your character, pose for photographs with the general public, and give hugs, you can already feel the admiring gazes of a multitude of mothers and even some fathers admiring you despite their wives and kids being around. You can feel admiring gazes already, and you know exactly what they feel like when they come from the adults in the general public around you, though you can feel their children’s excitement as they see you as the fictional character from their cartoons at home, the contrast is quite noticeable as you walk around giving magnetically charming smiles and waves waves as you walk, with your trusty longtime friend and fellow actor named Trevor who is a 32 year-old homosexual man, standing at 7 foot four, muscular turned body, known for dressing up as a stunning representation of Chewbacca, incredibly realistic in every way, he also possesses the ability to make true backers roaring noise, and makes a very strict point to never break character in front of audiences, he never speaks in front of them, he only makes chew back a style roaring noises and growls. Is it very sweet smell of popcorn and fairy floss walking through the air being piped intentionally by corporate creating a deliciously almost surreal environment.