"Why me?" Averie asked, sipping green tea.
In front of him was Director Groux, who had come to meet him as discussed.
Director Groux tapped on the sturdy table of the cafe.
"I saw Binsfeld's Seven Princes of Hell. It was marvellous to witness one of the seven sins so overwhelmingly present in the eyes of a single man."
Although they were in a public place, most people didn't bother the two.
"But I want something opposite of that," the director continued. "I want you to represent my vision through your vivid expressions. I want your role to embody the artistic theme of the movie."
The director genuinely believed that Averie could do it.
He thought that the crazed actor that he needed, that he had found absent so far, was right in front of him.
"I couldn't find an actress who could act the way I wanted them to."
"What do you mean?"
"They, um," he hesitated. "It felt like they were acting, and that won't work for this film. They needed to live it, not act it."
