Aysel shook her head bitterly, fully immersed in the role, so much so that she didn't even realize it.
Director Grey's eyes flashed slightly as he squinted at Aysel's melancholy figure.
Her eyes were clear, with a hint of mockery in them; she was clearly deep into her role.
This was exactly what he wanted.
Then he placed down the bottle water on the table with a thud, "Cut."
It took Aysel another ten seconds to snap out of her act. She glanced at the people on the platform and bowed.
Tiffany gave her a nod—she had clearly passed.
The man playing Ramon did the same, except for Director Grey, who decided to question her. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Why do you think we should choose you? Don't you think your infamous reputation could be an issue? Do you really think you have a chance?"
