The sun was slowly rose over the ocean, sending a traveling plane of orange light up the towers if Metro City. Another day was beginning, people were waking up and the streets were slowly beginning to fill with the sounds of cars and people. On the outskirts, a small school sat, tired looking and faded. It faced away from the sun, casting a dark shadow over the rolling grass.

A white van crawled its way through the grass, stopping outside the schoolhouse. A man, dressed in a snappy suit, stepped out if the car, adjusting his tie and walking up to the door, knocking firmly. He waiting for a moment before the door opened. A tall man with a strong jaw and gold eyes opened the door. The man in the suit smiled.

"Good morning Metroman!" he said with false friendliness. Metroman yawned, looking irritated, dressed in a fuzzy white robe.

"Honestly Herman, it's early! There haven't been any robberies, kidnappings, heck, Megamind isn't even up yet!" he said. Herman pushed his sunglasses down his nose, looking up at Metroman.

"I'm here on public business." He said. Metroman opened the door wider, irritated look turning to one of boredom.

"Of course you are, why else would my agent be here?" he said. Herman walked in, inspecting all of Metroman's paintings and souvenirs from his battles with Megamind. Herman sat down on the white couch, crossing his legs and brushing himself off. Metroman walked into the kitchen, pulling a sandwich out of the fridge.

"So what can I do for you Herman?" he asked. Herman pulled out a notebook; a sign that whatever he was about to say was 'important'.

"I'm here about your appearance to the public." He said. Metroman laughed, walking back into the man room.

"Really Herman, everyone knows I look great!" he said, sitting down across from him, taking a huge bit out of his sandwich. It was true. Metroman had dark hair and a handsome face. Not to mention that he was incredibly tall and muscular. Herman cleared his throat.

"It isn't your look Metroman, no one would send me here about that!" he said, rolling his eyes. Luckily, he was wearing sunglasses. "But what the public is having trouble adjusting to is your 'arm candy'." He said. He pulled out a picture of Roxanne and pointed his pen at her face. Metroman shrugged.

"What about her? Everyone says that we make a great couple!" he said, swallowing half of his sandwich. Herman wondered if Metroman agreed with that statement or not, but he didn't bother to answer. He knew not to ask questions about him, not because his secret identity was in jeopardy, no, because Herman didn't want to be stuck there listening to Metroman talk about himself for hours on end.

"Yes," Herman said, putting the photo back into its folder. "They did. But she has become immune to Megamind's captures! She's boring to the public and the chemistry between the two of you is gone. It is getting old! We need a new girl for you, someone to shake things up!" he said. Metroman rubbed his chin, looking up at the roof.

"Someone new would be nice." He said, grinning to himself.

"Exactly," Herman said, "And just think what a surprise it will be for Megamind when he finds out that you have a new girl!" Herman said. Metroman let out a laugh.

"That is true! He'll be so confused." He said. He thought for another few moments. "In fact, a new girl would fit in just perfectly." He said. He looked at Herman and shot him one of his smiles. "A right Herman, I'll do it."

"I knew you would say that." He said. Metroman watched as he pulled out a DVD case. "So I brought the audition footage! So you can pick." He said. Metroman took the DVD.

"Audition footage?" he said.

"Of course!" Herman said, "Me and you need to find the right gal for you, someone who was born for the part! As you can guess, tons of women signed up, but only one can be 'the one'!"

"Makes sense." Metroman muttered. "Well, let's take a look!" Metroman popped the DVD into the TV and turned it on. Herman leaned back and took control of the remote. The first girl appeared up on the screen. She had black hair and a beauty mark on her right cheek.

"I want to be with Metroman so bad you have no idea! I am perfect for the part! I love going horseback riding and oh! I so won't mind getting captured by that blue freak! As long as I get to be with Metroman!"

Metroman shook his head, and plugged his ears. "Talks too much." He said. That was how most of the morning went, Metro and Herman fast forwarding through hundreds of 'auditions'. There was always something wrong with the girls. They were either too tall or too wide. There was even one that Metroman complained about her voice. Herman, who had been Metroman's agent for a while now, was used to his picky behavior. But some of the choices he was making were silly in Herman's mind. He passed up very beautiful girls, because of one small detail. The morning started to drain away and it wasn't until Herman was about to give up that Metroman shouted, "Wait!" Herman stopped.

"Rewind that last one." He said. Herman obeyed. The girl was very pretty, with long blonde curls and bright blue eyes. She was shy and nervous in her tape. "Turn up the volume; I want to know what she said during the filming." Metroman said eagerly. Herman turned up the volume as the girl's audition began.

"What's your name?" The cameraman asked. The girl blinked into the camera, her eyes twinkling under the lights.

"Emmaline Ember." She said. Her voice was very soft. "But everyone knows me as Emma." She said.

"And tell us a little about yourself." The cameraman said. Emma thought for a moment.

"There is very little to say I suppose. I just moved to Metro City and I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I heard about Metroman and I was, well, inspired." Emma smiled self-consciously. "I'm an artist. My art wasn't selling so I had to move. But I heard about the crime here and I became a criminal artist, the person who draws what the criminal looks like from the victim's memory." Emma looked down, blushing into the camera. "Like I said, I'm not sure why I'm auditioning for this. I just thought that it could help me." She laughed. It was nice laugh, small and clear. "Sounds silly, but, that's it." The screen went black and Metroman stood. He pointed to the blank screen.

"That's the girl." He said. Herman wrote something down in his notebook and stood, secretly relieved that he had actually picked someone.

"Very good sir. I shall contact her as soon as possible." Metroman yawned.

"Is Roxanne is okay with this?" he asked, scratching his back. Herman snorted.

"Of course she is. She is the one that suggested it!" he said. Metroman shrugged and waved as Herman walked toward the door.

"I'll see you at the Metroman Museum opening!" he said, grinning. Again, Herman discreetly rolled his eyes.

"Of course sir." He said and closed the door behind him.