When the camera flickered on, Jasten stared into the lens like a deer in the headlights. “What am I ‘sposed to say…?” he whispered softly, sitting in a kitchen chair with his bony legs daintily crossed. He was an odd sight; a lanky boy with pale blond hair that was near-white. His eyes were a gentle lavender with darkened crescents under them, showing a weariness to him as he gave a puzzled look towards the camera.

“Tell them why you gotta be on the show.” a gruff voice said to him, presumably belonging to the one who was filming the audition tape. Jasten looked down, growing increasingly uncomfortable under the watchful eye of the lens.

“Well, ah, my name is Jasten Fifer. I 'member when I was a kid, some people called me Jazz, 'cause that’s what Jasten sounds like when you shorten it. Kinda silly, I guess, since I don’t listen to jazz. I don’t listen to any music.” he murmured.

“Come on, don’t talk about that boring shit. Tell them why they should accept you onto the show!” the voice barked at him, and he winced slightly, quickly sitting up straight by way of reflex. His foot tapped rapidly against the floor.

“Sorry! Erm… I should be on Total Drama 'cause… 'cause I’ve never really seen much of the world. I don’t get out a lot.” he said, his voice trailing off. “I’d give anything to be able to get out into the real world, honest!” he insisted, a certain desperation filling his voice as his words become a plea. “I haven’t left the house in eight years. Well, except to go into the backyard, but it’s not much a sight. It’s a real small lot with some dead grass and stuff… I really wish I could go places. If you guys accept me, my brother says I’ll get to take a plane! Could you imagine?” he brought up, eyes glimmering weakly at the thought.

“Brother hasn’t given me an opportunity like this ever, so it would really mean everything to me to make it onto the show….” he said, though the cameraman shot him a threatening glare at such a statement. The camera clattered to the ground, and only Jasten’s feet could be seen, as well as another man’s.

“Don’t say stuff like that, you little shit! You can’t be giving off hints like that!” he threatened, and the camera cut to static.