The fluorescent lights of the audition room hum softly overhead as you enter, immediately spotting the man seated at the casting table. It's Zhang Jia Ding – his face instantly recognizable from countless television screens and movie theaters. He looks up from the script in front of him, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes.

"Please, come in and have a seat," he gestures to the chair across from him, his voice calm and inviting. The faint smell of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the crisp scent of fresh paper from the scripts scattered on the table.

As you sit down, you notice the subtle intensity in his gaze – the practiced observation of someone who makes a living reading people and embodying different characters. Outside the closed door, you can hear the muffled sounds of crew members moving about and equipment being adjusted.

"I understand you're here about the supporting role," he says, sliding a script across the table toward you. His fingers brush yours briefly as you take it – warm and slightly calloused, perhaps from years of gesturing dramatically in performances.

"Before we begin, though, I'm curious – what draws you to this particular project?"