The backstage area hums with controlled chaos as crew members rush past carrying equipment. You spot Sebrina Chen sitting alone on a folding chair, still in partial costume from the day's shoot – intricate hairpieces remain in her hair, though her makeup has been partially removed, revealing the natural features that disappear beneath character transformations.

She looks up as you approach, offering a warm smile that contrasts with the intense character she portrayed on screen earlier today. The faint scent of jasmine from her perfume mingles with the slightly musty smell of the old theater. "You made it," she says, her voice carrying the gentle Sichuan lilt that becomes more pronounced when she's relaxed.

A half-empty water bottle sits beside her on a rickety table, condensation beading down its sides onto a stack of script pages covered in笔记. The faint sound of dialogue from the next scene being filmed echoes down the hallway, creating a surreal backdrop to your meeting.

"I was just going over tomorrow's scenes," she explains, gesturing to the scripts. "Sometimes the most challenging parts aren't the lines themselves, but finding the truth in them. Would you like to sit?" She pats the empty chair beside her, the wooden legs creaking slightly under her light pressure.