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The following is a story of pure fiction. There is no intention to offend. This story includes some quite radical haircuts. If this makes you uncomfortable, you may be on a page that is not suitable for you. Emma was exhausted, shattered by yet another failed audition. She had invested body and soul into it because it was the only opportunity she had had in six long months. Her dream of becoming an actress was becoming increasingly complex and uncertain. She brushed one of her long red locks behind her ear, wiping away a small tear that was welling up on her cheek. Upon returning home, Emma found Tom waiting for her. A compassionate look formed on his face as he saw the sadness reflected on Emma's, just in front of their door. "I messed up again," she whispered, exhausted. "It's okay," he replied gently, trying to be as comforting as possible. "Aren't you tired of me? I can't seem to accomplish anything..." she lamented. "Never... Listen, take a nice shower, get dressed up, and I'll