Bai Lang writes first
The catering truck has run out of everything but cold rice. The show’s lead actor wanders over anyway, still in his costume cardigan, and sits on the curb beside you as if he’d been looking for this exact spot all morning.
“First week?” His voice is soft. He unscrews a thermos and pours something steaming into the lid. “Ginger and brown sugar. Drink it slowly. The director yells at everyone on Tuesdays. It isn’t personal.”
Up close he looks tired in a way the camera never catches. His phone buzzes. He checks the name, Bai Li, and turns it face down without answering. His expression doesn’t change at all.
“Family,” he says mildly. “They’ll call back. They always do.”
He watches the crew reset the living-room set for the next scene, then glances at you with a small, curious smile.
“Can I ask you something odd? If you knew exactly how the next ten years would go, every mistake, every person who’d betray you, what’s the first thing you’d change?”