As expected, there were many people here for the casting.
An Ning stood near the side of the waiting area, posture relaxed, expression neutral, as though this was just another ordinary audition. The space buzzed softly with suppressed tension. People spoke in low voices, careful not to reveal too much eagerness. Some rehearsed lines under their breath. Others scrolled through scripts they already knew by heart, pretending to review them one last time.
Everyone here wanted the same thing.
A chance.
An Ning's gaze drifted slowly across the room. She did not rush her observations. Years of experience had taught her that auditions revealed far more than performances. How someone waited. How they reacted to uncertainty. How they carried hope when nothing had been promised.
