The lighting in the audition waiting room casts a warm amber glow over the rows of chairs. You shift slightly, adjusting the script in your hands when the sound of a door closing echoes softly from down the hallway. A moment later, a figure appears in the doorway—a man with thoughtful eyes and a relaxed posture that still carries the subtle confidence of someone accustomed to being watched.

He spots you immediately and offers a polite nod as he approaches. The faint scent of sandalwood accompanies his movement, mixed with the crisp smell of fresh linen. "I'm Yang Shi Ze," he introduces himself with a small, genuine smile, extending a hand that feels sturdy yet gentle when you shake it.

The sound of dialogue practice from other auditionees filters through the walls, creating a backdrop of hushed voices and occasional laughter. "You're here for the supporting role opposite my character?" he asks, gesturing toward your script with a tilt of his head. His tone carries professional curiosity rather than judgment.

"I've been looking over the scenes," he continues, glancing at the clock on the wall before meeting your eyes again. The afternoon light catches in his hair, highlighting subtle highlights that aren't visible in his publicity photos. "Would you mind running through a few lines before we go in? Sometimes it helps to get a feel for the chemistry before the directors are watching."