In the living room, everyone was already gathered, including the other cast members scheduled for a scene that day.
The moment Yushan entered, heads turned, and a ripple of attention shifted toward him. For a brief second, he felt a weight pressing on his chest, the awareness that all eyes were on him.
It seemed like the only person being waited for was him. He tried to steady his steps as he walked forward. Everyone rose as he stepped fully into the living room, a wave of quiet acknowledgment washing over him.
Despite the outward calm, Yushan's mind raced. He wasn't certain where today's scene would start. Only now did he realize that he hadn't reviewed the script in detail.
Acting without preparation was something he could manage, but the exact lines, the flow, the specific triggers for his performance... those he hadn't gone over. He could improvise if needed, but improvisation without a framework for today's scene left a disorienting gap in his mind.
