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Cassius stared at the email from Professor Anderson on his laptop screen.
"Cass, heard you've got some free time lately. The drama school needs someone to finish out the last eight weeks of On-Camera Acting. Two classes a week, three hours each. Sophomores and juniors mixed, about forty students. No pressure to lecture theory—just bring what you actually do on set. Script analysis, camera awareness, building a character your way. Pay's modest, but it covers gas and coffee. Swing by my office Thursday at two if you're interested."
He leaned back in the chair, surprised. Teaching? That had never been on his radar. Anderson had helped him get his degree and introduced him to Spielberg. Now the old professor wanted him on the other side of the desk?
His phone buzzed. Rob.
"Anderson just called me. He wants you to sub at USC. I told him you were taking it easy. You actually thinking about it?"
"What do you think?" Cassius asked.
"From a PR angle, it's smart," Rob said. "You need to stay visible but low-key. Teaching at a respected film school shows you're reflecting, not hiding. Looks good on paper too."
Cassius thought for a second, then replied to the email: "Professor, I'll be there Thursday at two."
He texted Kristen: "I just agreed to sub a performance class at USC."
An hour later she wrote back: "That's good. Teaching slows you down in the best way."
Thursday afternoon, Cassius parked outside the USC drama building in a plain gray sweater and jeans. No sunglasses, no cap. He wasn't trying to play movie star here. A couple of students recognized him in the hallway and whispered, but he just nodded and kept walking.
Professor Anderson's office was small and cluttered with scripts and theater posters. The old man was making coffee when Cassius knocked.
"Right on time," Anderson said, pouring a cup. "Black, no sugar. I remember how you used to drink it in class."
They sat by the window. Anderson slid over a course outline for On-Camera Acting. It focused on practical skills: how to adjust stage habits for the lens, micro-expressions, hitting marks without looking stiff.
"I need you to finish the last eight weeks," Anderson said. "I'll sit in the back, but I won't step on your toes unless you're teaching something that'll get them laughed off a real set. You just got off a hundred-million-dollar movie. You know how these things actually work. That's what these kids need more than theory."
Cassius admitted he'd never taught before. Anderson just shrugged. "If you can act it, you can teach it. Performance is a craft. Crafts are best taught by people still doing the work."
He handed Cassius a key and login info for the teaching portal. "First class next Thursday. You've got a week to prep. Use it."
On the way out, a bold student stopped him in the hall. "Chen—uh, Cassius? Professor Anderson said you're subbing? Can we ask about the hand signs from The Ancient One?"
"Only if it's actually about performance," Cassius answered with a small smile.
Back home he logged into the system and started watching student videos. Some were stiff, some over-the-top, some had no idea where the camera even was. He opened a notebook and began sketching out the first lesson: how to simply walk on camera without looking like you're acting.
As he worked, the panel flickered.
[Teaching and Learning Mechanism triggered]
[Experience review in progress]
Memories from his own sets started surfacing—Green Lantern green-screen work, Fast 6 driving, The Ancient One hand seals. Orbs dropped quietly as he organized what he'd learned into something he could actually pass on.
By the time Rob called to check in, Cassius had pages of notes and a clearer head than he'd had in weeks.
"Still going through with it?" Rob asked.
"Yeah," Cassius said, looking at the lesson plan. "Feels like the right kind of quiet right now."