Authors pov
A headline reads, "Muse, Starring Yena Ban, Wins Critics Award at C Film Festival." A photo shows the cast, including Yena Ban, on the red carpet.
Yena Ban's Thoughts: Yena Ban whispers that she has "never been to a huge film festival like this, so it's pretty nerve-wracking..."
Conversation with another character (implied to be I): A character asks Yena, "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS A LOT, RIGHT, YENA?" Yena replies, "PHEW... IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF OUR CASTMATES COULD HAVE COME TOO..."
Another Character's Discomfort (Implied to be I): The scene shifts to an internal monologue from a character who is clearly uncomfortable:
One panel shows this character's eyes looking away as they think, "HE WON'T F*CKING SHUT UP."
The character continues with a thought bubble: "SO ANNOYING."
Another thought bubble reveals a desire to be elsewhere: "I WISH I WAS HERE WITH HYEONJAE."
Afterparty Excitement (Male Character): A male character is very excited, shown with a blush and "THUMP" sound effects, thinking, "MY HEART IS RACING ALREADY JUST THINKING ABOUT SEEING ALL THE OTHER ACTORS AT THE AFTERPARTY."
Director/Assistant Director Interaction:
A character is shown tearing up and excitedly says, "AHH! IT'S AMAZING, ASSISTANT DIRECTOR WOO...!"
Another character (Assistant Director Woo, or another man) and a woman are shown leaning in, discussing the movie's success. The woman says, "SERIOUSLY! FOR REAL! I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE PART LEADING UP TO THE ENDING..."
The Cast: A final panel shows a building and the cast list for the film Muse: Yena Ban, Jun, Jongjun Lee, and Jia Kang.
The overall scene depicts the mixed emotions, both excitement and underlying tension/annoyance, of the main characters at a prestigious film festival following their movie's award.
Yena pov
Hyeonjae asks, "...BUT YOU EDITED THAT PART, DIDN'T YOU?"
I, teary-eyed from the emotional impact of the film, replies, "YEAH... WAS IT OKAY?"
Hyeonjae is overwhelmed and says, ""OKAY"?! IT WAS MORE THAN JUST OKAY! THE ENDING WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER-COASTER! I'M STILL SOBBING!!"
I, maintaining a detached or humble demeanor, responds, "...YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXAGGERATE. YOU CAN HEAD BACK IF YOU'RE DONE WATCHING." (He is also shown to be "TEARY").
Professional Integrity:
The atmosphere changes as I seriously says, "WHEN IT COMES TO MOVIES, I'M NOT JUST TRYING TO PAY LIP SERVICE. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU." This confirms his sincere praise for the film and the emotional connection between the two.
A Proposal/Declaration:
Hyeonjae is startled, saying, "WHAT...?!"
I smiles and stares at him with confidence, saying, "I KNOW I KNOW IT'S GOING TO WORK OUT THIS TIME."
The sequence ends with a close-up of I's hand touching Hyeonjae's arm/waist, then sliding his hand into Hyeonjae's.
I continues his declaration, "AND WHEN IT DOES... ...YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR DIRECTORIAL DEBUT, RIGHT?"
New Title:
I finally holds Hyeonjae's hand and states, "DIRECTOR HYEONJAE. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD CALL YOU NOW." This confirms Hyeonjae's success and transition from Assistant Director to a recognized Director, likely due to the film's Critics Award win.
The exchange highlights I's sincerity regarding Hyeonjae's talent and marks a significant turning point, both in Hyeonjae's career (becoming "Director Hyeonjae") and in the relationship between the two characters, as I expresses deep confidence in their future together.
The cheers were deafening. I felt a fleeting sense of pride as the headline scrolled across my mind: "Muse, Starring Yena Ban, Wins Critics Award at C Film Festival." The cameras flashed, capturing Yena Ban's dazzling smile and the moment of the victory. I could hear Yena's quiet, slightly nervous confession amidst the din, "I've never been to a huge film festival like this, so it's pretty nerve-wracking..."
Another actor next to me was practically glowing. "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS A LOT, RIGHT, YENA?" he asked, completely missing her point.
Yena sighed, a practiced, polite sound. "PHEW... IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF OUR CASTMATES COULD HAVE COME TOO..." she said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. She wanted to be seen, to be the center, yet she was already on the stage.
I just watched, my own thoughts a sharp, private current beneath the surface glitter of the red carpet. He won't f*cking shut up. SO ANNOYING. The whole spectacle felt suffocating. I wish I was here with Hyeonjae. Only the thought of him, the man who mattered, kept the hollow feeling at bay.
The male actor next to me, completely oblivious, was practically vibrating with excitement. "MY HEART IS RACING ALREADY JUST THINKING ABOUT SEEING ALL THE OTHER ACTORS AT THE AFTERPARTY." THUMP, THUMP. Such pure, uncomplicated ambition.
Later, in a quieter space, our team was still reeling from the win. One of the women on the production team was wiping away tears. "AHH! IT'S AMAZING, ASSISTANT DIRECTOR WOO...!" she sobbed, overwhelmed. A few people, including Assistant Director Woo Hyeonjae (the man I knew simply as Hyeonjae), gathered around.
"SERIOUSLY! FOR REAL!" a man exclaimed. "I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE PART LEADING UP TO THE ENDING..." I just leaned in, feeling the exhaustion of the day, but a deep satisfaction nonetheless.
The cast was a mix of names—Yena Ban, Jun, Jongjun Lee, Jia Kang—but I knew where the true talent lay, and now the world was starting to see it too.
💖 A Proposal in Confidence
Away from the crowd, I found myself alone with Hyeonjae, discussing the final cut. He looked tired, but his eyes were wide with a nervous energy I knew well.
"BUT YOU EDITED THAT PART, DIDN'T YOU?" he asked, referring to the film's emotional climax.
"YEAH... WAS IT OKAY?" I asked. I was genuinely asking, despite my usual confidence. The man was still raw with emotion.
""OKAY"?! IT WAS MORE THAN JUST OKAY! THE ENDING WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER-COASTER! I'M STILL SOBBING!!" he burst out, clutching his chest.
I tried to temper his reaction. "...YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXAGGERATE. YOU CAN HEAD BACK IF YOU'RE DONE WATCHING." But even as I said it, I knew he didn't mean to exaggerate. This was his true, artistic soul responding.
I took a breath and looked him directly in the eyes, wanting him to understand the gravity of my words. "WHEN IT COMES TO MOVIES, I'M NOT JUST TRYING TO PAY LIP SERVICE. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU."
"WHAT...?!" he stammered, surprised by the sudden seriousness.
A smile spread across my face, confident and genuine this time. STARE. "I KNOW. I KNOW IT'S GOING TO WORK OUT THIS TIME." I reached out, my hand touching his arm, then letting my fingers TOUCH his as I slowly SLIDE my hand into his.
"AND WHEN IT DOES... ...YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR DIRECTORIAL DEBUT, RIGHT?" I held his hand tightly.
"...!!" Hyeonjae's eyes widened, a rush of understanding and excitement flooding his expression.
"YOU'RE WORKING ON YOUR NEXT PROJECT WITH ME TOO, OKAY?" I wasn't asking; I was declaring our future. I clasped both his hands, the feeling of his skin warm and reassuring. "I'LL MAKE YOU AN AUTEUR."
I gave him a look full of promise and recognition. "DIRECTOR HYEONJAE. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD CALL YOU NOW."
💡 Reflection
A different thought, cold and clear, then settled in my mind. "SOMEBODY ONCE SAID..."
A wide shot of the city, a contrast to the emotional intimacy, flashed across my mind.
"...THAT EVEN MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF ATTENTION WOULD DISSIPATE IN THREE MONTHS."
"THAT MIGHT BE RIGHT."
"THE WORLD IS ALWAYS CHANGING..."
"IN FACT, IT COULD BE EVEN SHORTER."
"...AND PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING NEW. BUT IRONICALLY..."
I smiled again, that same sharp, self-assured look. I knew that fleeting attention was the price of fame, but I was looking past it. My own ambition was a far more patient and enduring force. "I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT." The game had just begun.

The film festival glow was already fading. Despite the award, the industry's fickle nature was heavy on my mind. I was done being merely an "artist's muse"—a title that felt less like a compliment and more like a tether.
I sat down with a script in hand, a thick pile of other possibilities stacked nearby. My mind was racing, fueled by a single, persistent thought: I had to control my own narrative.
"I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET THAT THOUGHT OUT OF MY HEAD.... ...I HAVE TO MAKE MY MARK ON THE AUDIENCE."
I opened the script, titled "Two Women," its cover plain and unassuming. I'd heard whispers about this project.
"...EVER SINCE I SAW THE ARTICLE ABOUT THE MUSE MOVIE."
I looked up at the man across from me. He was listening intently as I presented my decision.
"YOU SAID... THAT THIS SCREENPLAY WON AN AWARD?" I asked, a slight smile on my face.
"IT'S REALLY GREAT! I'VE DECIDED ON THIS ONE." I held up the "Two Women" script with a decisive cheerfulness.
💼 A Calculated Risk
The man across the table, dressed impeccably with distinctive white hair, seemed surprised by my quick decision.
"I'LL AUDITION FOR THIS MOVIE FIRST," I stated clearly. Then I preempted the inevitable question: "THERE'S NO SPECIFIC DIRECTOR ATTACHED TO IT YET. IS THAT ALRIGHT?"
He relaxed slightly. "OH, I SEE... YES, THAT'S FINE!"
His approval was just a formality. I needed to move fast. My professional anxiety had a sharp edge to it now. I looked down at the script, the title a challenge.
"BEFORE THE "ARTIST'S MUSE" TITLE BECOMES A TIRED LEGACY... THAT'S WHY I'M ANXIOUS." I paused. "SOMETHING TRIED AND TRUE."
The thought was always there: the masses, the audience... they don't value consistency; they chase novelty.
"...AND PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING NEW. BUT IRONICALLY... ...THEY FIND COMFORT IN THE FAMILIAR. SOMETHING THAT'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN."
I knew exactly what I was: that dependable, powerful familiarity. I was going to be an actress whose work spoke for itself, regardless of who stood behind the camera.
I gave the man another bright, professional smile. "CAN I TAKE IT HOME TO RE-READ IT?"
He nodded easily. "OF COURSE."
"THANK YOU," I replied, gathering the script, the soft RUSTLE of the papers sounding like the turning of a new page in my career.
The headline flashed across my phone: "Muse, Starring Yena Ban, Wins Critics Award at C Film Festival." The red carpet was a dazzling, suffocating spectacle. I stood between the two male leads, forcing a wide, perfect smile for the cameras.
Yena, beside me, leaned in to whisper, "I've never been to a huge film festival like this, so it's pretty nerve-wracking..."
An overly eager male actor immediately jumped in, "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS A LOT, RIGHT, YENA?"
I barely suppressed a SCOFF. "OH... YES," I replied, my smile unwavering. The man was so transparently obsessed with the glitz. "DON'T YOU THINK?"
Yena sighed, her smile strained. "PHEW... IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF OUR CASTMATES COULD HAVE COME TOO..." Her words were hollow, a subtle way of reminding everyone that she was the star who made it here.
Meanwhile, the eager actor kept rambling. "MY HEART IS RACING ALREADY JUST THINKING ABOUT SEEING ALL THE OTHER ACTORS AT THE AFTERPARTY. THUMP THUMP."
I looked away, rolling my eyes inwardly. "WELL... HE WON'T F*CKING SHUT UP." The whole scene was exhausting. "SO ANNOYING. I WISH I WAS HERE WITH HYEONJAE." The only person I truly cared about seeing was the man who had been the film's backbone.
💖 A Declaration of Partnership
Later, away from the crowd, the small team celebrated. One of the women on the production team was openly weeping. "AHH! IT'S AMAZING, ASSISTANT DIRECTOR WOO...!" she cried, her eyes teary.
Hyeonjae was there, looking slightly awkward but undeniably pleased. An excited male voice chimed in, "SERIOUSLY! FOR REAL! I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE PART LEADING UP TO THE ENDING..." He was leaning in, gesturing wildly.
I went straight to Hyeonjae. "...BUT YOU EDITED THAT PART, DIDN'T YOU?" I asked.
"YEAH... WAS IT OKAY?" he replied, his gaze worried.
He looked absolutely shocked when I told him how everyone reacted. ""OKAY"?! IT WAS MORE THAN JUST OKAY! THE ENDING WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER-COASTER! I'M STILL SOBBING!!" He wiped his own teary eyes.
"...YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXAGGERATE. YOU CAN HEAD BACK IF YOU'RE DONE WATCHING," I said, though my words were softened by the sincerity in his face.
I looked at him, letting a serious note enter my voice. "WHEN IT COMES TO MOVIES, I'M NOT JUST TRYING TO PAY LIP SERVICE. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU." This was my truth: my affection for him was real, but my praise was earned.
"WHAT...?" He was stunned.
I held his gaze, a slow, confident smile spreading. I gave him a long STARE. "I KNOW I KNOW IT'S GOING TO WORK OUT THIS TIME." I reached out, my fingers finding his arm, and then I let my hand SLIDE into his, interlacing our fingers. "AND WHEN IT DOES... ...YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR DIRECTORIAL DEBUT, RIGHT?"
His shock deepened. "...!!"
I clasped his hand, looking up at him with determination. "DIRECTOR HYEONJAE. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD CALL YOU NOW."
🥂 A Chance Encounter and a Challenge
Some time after, I was outside, perhaps leaving an event, when I ran into an acquaintance—a woman with long, chestnut hair. She seemed to be waiting for me.
She smiled, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes. "BLURT. I WAS REALLY HAPPY WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER."
I simply stared at her, caught off guard. "...?"
She laughed, a sharp, knowing sound. "HA... I KNOW! THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DUMPED ME. :)"
I gave a half-smile, conceding the point.
Then, the mood shifted. She received a text—BEEP—and looked back at me, her smile still wide but with a dangerous glint. "...ANYWAYS, MYEONG... COME SEE MY SHOW. AND... COME WITH A FRIEND. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BRINGING A GUY!" It was a challenge, a claim of territory. She looked almost like she was punching the air in victory. "POW."
As she walked away, I reflected on the exchange. "...YOU STILL HAVE NO TACT." I muttered, watching her go under the starry night.
I felt something stirring inside me. "HEHE. WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?" The thought was playful, yet serious. I reached into my bag and pulled out two purple tickets—TICKET—one clearly marked with the words "THE BEAUTIFUL GUY." A memory flashed, a simple, heartfelt question from a simpler time: "MYEONG. THEN DO YOU WANNA DATE ME?"
I looked at the tickets, then at myself. I had a show to attend, a new battlefield to survey. My eyes narrowed in determination. I knew the kind of friend she was implicitly challenging me not to bring.
"I SHOULD GO WITH A MAN."
The crowd roared, but the applause felt hollow against the FLASH of the cameras. The headline was all that mattered: "Muse, Starring Yena Ban, Wins Critics Award at C Film Festival."
I forced a smile, standing between the other leads. Yena Ban whispered, her eyes wide, "I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A HUGE FILM FESTIVAL LIKE THIS, SO IT'S PRETTY NERVE-WRACKING…".
A clueless male actor immediately tried to seize the moment. "BUT YOU'VE BEEN TO THESE KINDS OF EVENTS A LOT, RIGHT, YENA?". She sighed, "PHEW... IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF OUR CASTMATES COULD HAVE COME TOO...".
My thoughts were a sharp contrast to the glamour. "WELL… HE WON'T F*CKING SHUT UP**. SO ANNOYING**. I WISH I WAS HERE WITH HYEONJAE.". The enthusiastic actor kept going: "MY HEART IS RACING ALREADY JUST THINKING ABOUT SEEING ALL THE OTHER ACTORS AT THE AFTERPARTY. THUMP THUMP.". I just gave a polite scoff, thinking, "OH… YES. DON'T YOU THINK?".
The film's success was official. The cast list mentioned names like Yena Ban, Jun, and Jia Kang, but the real moment came later, celebrating with the crew. A woman was wiping tears: "AHH! IT'S AMAZING, ASSISTANT DIRECTOR WOO…!".
Another man leaned in to Hyeonjae: "SERIOUSLY! FOR REAL! I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THE PART LEADING UP TO THE ENDING…".
I turned to Hyeonjae (Assistant Director Woo). "…BUT YOU EDITED THAT PART, DIDN'T YOU?" I asked.
"YEAH… WAS IT OKAY?" he replied.
Hyeonjae was emotional: ""OKAY"?! IT WAS MORE THAN JUST OKAY! THE ENDING WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER-COASTER! I'M STILL SOBBING!!". I smiled, playing down the praise. "…YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXAGGERATE. YOU CAN HEAD BACK IF YOU'RE DONE WATCHING".
I looked him in the eyes, serious now. "WHEN IT COMES TO MOVIES, I'M NOT JUST TRYING TO PAY LIP SERVICE. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LIKE YOU".
"WHAT…?" he stammered.
I gave him a knowing STARE. "I KNOW IT'S GOING TO WORK OUT THIS TIME". My hand reached out to TOUCH his arm, then SLIDE into his hand. "AND WHEN IT DOES… …YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR DIRECTORIAL DEBUT, RIGHT?". He looked surprised. I clasped his hands, my voice firm: "I'LL MAKE YOU AN AUTEUR. DIRECTOR HYEONJAE. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD CALL YOU NOW.".
Later, I was filled with a detached sense of foresight. I'd heard the rumors: "SOMEBODY ONCE SAID… …THAT EVEN MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF ATTENTION WOULD DISSIPATE IN THREE MONTHS.". "THAT MIGHT BE RIGHT. THE WORLD IS ALWAYS CHANGING… IN FACT, IT COULD BE EVEN SHORTER. …AND PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING NEW.". "BUT IRONICALLY… …THEY FIND COMFORT IN THE FAMILIAR. SOMETHING THAT'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN.". I gave a self-assured SMILE. "I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.".
🎭 Chapter 2: Auditions and Old Rivals
The next day, I was focused. "I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET THAT THOUGHT OUT OF MY HEAD…. …I HAVE TO MAKE MY MARK ON THE AUDIENCE". My mind kept coming back to one problem: "BEFORE THE "ARTIST'S MUSE" TITLE BECOMES A TIRED LEGACY… THAT'S WHY I'M ANXIOUS". I needed something tried and true.
I sat across from my representative, an unmoving wall of white-haired calm. I held up a script titled "Two Women". "…EVER SINCE I SAW THE ARTICLE ABOUT THE MUSE MOVIE".
"YOU SAID… THAT THIS SCREENPLAY WON AN AWARD?" I asked. "IT'S REALLY GREAT! I'VE DECIDED ON THIS ONE".
"I'LL AUDITION FOR THIS MOVIE FIRST. THERE'S NO SPECIFIC DIRECTOR ATTACHED TO IT YET. IS THAT ALRIGHT?" I stated.
He paused, then smiled. "OH, I SEE… YES, THAT'S FINE!".
I felt a decisive calm settle in. "CAN I TAKE IT HOME TO RE-READ IT?". He agreed: "OF COURSE." "THANK YOU," I replied, gathering the script with a soft RUSTLE.
Later, a different kind of challenge emerged. My old acquaintance, Haedo, was performing. The marquee read ARCO ARTS THEATER, advertising "THE BEAUTIFUL GUY.". Haedo looked incredible, a captivating figure with a rose and a pointed smile. "AS ALWAYS, HAEDO…" I mused.
The play was about "A GUY WHO USED HIS GORGEOUS LOOKS TO HIS ADVANTAGE". As I watched, I felt a peculiar discomfort. "…I WATCHED THE PLAY WITH A STRANGE FEELING… …AN INEXPLICABLE PIT IN MY STOMACH, WATCHING FROM THE AUDIENCE.". Haedo was magnetic—CHEERFUL AT TIMES, AND PLAINTIVE AT OTHERS.
The familiar competitive fire flared in me. I turned to look at the man next to me, the same white-haired representative I met with earlier. He'd asked about the director for my next project, but the play had me distracted. "BUT WHO?" I thought, considering the director for Two Women.
The rivalry with Haedo was just beginning to reignite.
The curtain call for Haedo's play, "The Beautiful Guy," felt less like the end of a performance and more like the beginning of an argument. I had gone to his show, armed with my white-haired representative, and watched Haedo completely captivate the audience. He was CHEERFUL AT TIMES, AND PLAINTIVE AT OTHERS, a stunning, magnetic force on that stage.
As I left the ARCO ARTS THEATER, the uncomfortable feeling remained—AN INEXPLICABLE PIT IN MY STOMACH, WATCHING FROM THE AUDIENCE. The play, about "A GUY WHO USED HIS GORGEOUS LOOKS TO HIS ADVANTAGE," was clearly inspired by him, and it hit too close to home.
The representative was talking about the script for "Two Women." "BUT WHO?" he asked, still waiting for me to name a director for the project.
I stared straight ahead, my mind still on Haedo. "LET'S JUST FIND SOMEONE."
"BUT I'M TELLING YOU," the man insisted, clearly exasperated by my distraction. "THEY'RE IN A HURRY TO FIND A DIRECTOR."
"I KNOW, I KNOW!" I snapped, then quickly softened my tone. "I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I GET HOME." I needed space to think.
🌙 A Late Night Call
Back in the solitude of my apartment, I poured a drink, the purple tickets for Haedo's show still on the counter. The image of him, bathed in the spotlight, made my chest tighten. I hadn't even had time to call Hyeonjae back yet, and the memory of Haedo's arrogant smile lingered.
The silence was broken by the ringing of my phone. It was Hyeonjae.
"WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME SO LATE?" I asked, my voice slightly weary.
"WELL, I WANTED TO CALL YOU EARLIER, BUT..." he trailed off, sounding nervous.
"BUT WHAT?" I prompted.
"...I DIDN'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU."
I took a deep breath. "REALLY? YOU THINK YOU'RE BOTHERING ME?" I couldn't help the slight edge of irritation. After everything we'd said at the festival, the trust we'd built, why was he still hesitant?
"Y-YEAH..." he whispered.
I closed my eyes. This was the problem with gentle, careful men. My old competitive fire, the one Haedo had just stirred up, needed a firm hand.
"ARE YOU SLEEPING?" I asked, forcing a calm tone.
"N-NO..."
"THEN I'M GOING TO CALL YOU BACK." I didn't wait for a reply before I hung up. I needed to see his face, not just hear his anxious voice.
A moment later, I initiated the video call. Hyeonjae's face appeared on the screen, his eyes still wide with anxiety.
"I TOLD YOU I'D MAKE YOU AN AUTEUR, DIDN'T I?" I reminded him, my voice firm but reassuring. "SO JUST TRUST ME."
I needed his trust, his unwavering support. And more than that, I needed to show him, and myself, that I was fully committed to our future.
"I'M GOING TO DO IT," I vowed, looking directly into the camera. "WITH THIS PROJECT, I'LL FINALLY PROVE IT TO MYSELF AND TO THE WORLD."
My career—and my relationship with Hyeonjae—felt like they were both on the line. I had to succeed.
The next logical step would be to detail the specific director selection and the beginning of the audition/preparation process for "Two Women."