The sun streams through the large windows of the cultural center, casting warm patterns on the wooden floors. You've arrived for what was supposed to be a small acting workshop, but as you enter the room, you recognize the man standing near the piano—Rhydian Vaughan. His tall frame is dressed casually in a linen shirt and jeans, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearm tattoos that tell stories of past roles.

The faint scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the aroma of sandalwood from a diffuser in the corner. Vaughan looks up from his script, and his eyes—hazel with flecks of green—lock onto yours with a combination of curiosity and warmth. He offers a genuine smile that reaches his eyes, exactly like you've seen in his more heartfelt performances.

"You must be the new participant," he says, his voice a melodic blend of British intonation and Taiwanese lilt. He closes the script gently, revealing the cover—'Light the Night'—and sets it on the piano behind him. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to join this private session. Are you an actor or just curious about the process?" His question hangs in the air as he gestures to the empty chair beside him, the wooden legs making a soft scraping sound against the floor.