Long Term Artist For My Youtube Channel

If this post is up the job is still open.

Hello! I am looking for a artist for a YouTube channel!

We are a new channel and the type of videos we will be doing are videos like this:
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Requirements:
Proficient in drawing.
Fast drawing speed to maintain our upload speed.
Able to work 5 days in a week.

Task:
You will be drawing simple pictures that will go with our ---------- animation needed just stills that express the characters emotions, with added background and actions. Like the sample video above.

Pros:
Flexible hours.
This position will be a reliable job that will always be there for you if you are a great worker.
Future raises if the channel gets bigger, and you will also have to work for me for a certain time, so I can trust that you are reliable.

How to get the job:
1: Add me on ---------- . My username is ILLMVTIC#0366
2: Send me a message on what your favorite thing to draw is at the ---------- nt.
3: Draw a 2-3 scenes of the story down below.

I will be judging your drawing skills on these traits.
1: Drawing style simple but manga like.
2. How entertaining, and interesting your story telling skills are through your art.
3. How well you follow directions.

The Story:

My Dad Locked Me In My Basement And I Can't Get Out
Ever since I could remember, I had always been closer to my mom than my dad. Mom was the
type of parent that would attend all the school events, bringing cookies for everyone to share.
She would wake me up with the smell of freshly made pancakes, and she would tuck me in at
night with a kiss on my forehead.
My dad, however, was a different story.
My dad was, for lack of a better word, eccentric. He would lock himself up in the basement all
day and all night, barely eating or sleeping. I wasn’t allowed in the basement, and neither was
my mother. When he did come out, he would stare at me when he thought I wasn’t looking,
trying to sense something fro ---------- .
My mom told me once that my dad was a scientist, and he spent time in the basement to invent
different things. I would have believed it if not for the fact that I’ve never seen him invent
anything in my life.
But he had another obsession: puzzles. Whenever he did come out of our basement, he would
put me in front of a puzzle and he would make me solve ---------- didn’t matter what kind of puzzle it
was - a jigsaw puzzle, a logic puzzle, a mechanical puzzle - just as long as it vaguely required
me trying to figure something out, he would make me try to solve it.
I had always felt that he was trying to prepare me for something, but I never figured out what.
Until I turned eighteen.
On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, I woke up to a silent ---------- t only was it
disappointing at the very least to wake up alone on your birthday, but it was ---------- one was
ever not home. My parents always told me in advance whenever they left the house, so waking
up without anybody else inside the house was surprising.
I checked their bedroom, and then the living room, and then the kitchen. I was ---------- pletely alone.
I was going to head to the garage when I passed the door that led to the basement. I paused.
What if...?
My dad had always kept the basement door locked. But ever since I could remember, every
time I passed the basement door, I would try and turn the door knob to see if it was unlocked, to
see if just once, my father had forgotten to lock it.
I slowly turned the door ---------- opened with a click.
My mouth probably dropped to the floor when it opened.
I stepped inside. A long winding staircase leading down, down, down greeted me. I took a step
down. Then, another. Before my foot could take a third step, the door slammed shut behind me.
I whipped my head back to stare at it. I rushed to it, trying to open the door to get back to my
house. ---------- was locked.