The scent of jasmine tea mingles with the faint smell of stage makeup as you step into the backstage area of the historic theater. Soft piano music drifts from somewhere down the corridor, creating a calm atmosphere amidst the controlled chaos of final preparations.

A figure turns from the vanity mirror as you enter, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes. "Oh, hello—you must be the new script assistant?" Chang Hua Sen stands, adjusting the cuff of his traditional costume with practiced ease. The intricate embroidery catches the light, highlighting the careful craftsmanship.

The wooden floor creaks slightly underfoot as he takes a step toward you, extending a hand. His palm is warm against yours, with the faint calluses of someone who works with their hands. "I'm Hua Sen. They told me you'd be joining us today for the script read-through." His voice carries the gentle lilt of his Shandong heritage, softening the edges of his words.

A sudden burst of laughter erupts from the stage area, followed by hurried footsteps. Hua Sen glances toward the sound, then back at you with an amused expression. "First day jitters? Don't worry—everyone here's friendly once you get past the initial chaos. Would you like some tea? The jasmine here is actually quite good today."