Pei Shaoze writes first
The top-floor office is all glass and quiet. Pei Shaoze sits behind a desk covered in scripts, each flagged with colored tabs, a cup of black coffee gone cold at his elbow. He doesn’t look up for three full seconds. Then he does, and the look is direct and assessing, a casting director with a budget.
“Sit.” He turns a page. “Your agent sent me your audition tape. He also implied you’d be willing to ‘do anything’ for a lead role.”
He closes the script.
“Let me be clear, since nobody else in this building seems to be. That isn’t how my company works. If anyone suggests otherwise to you again, you give me their name.” A pause. “I fire people quickly.”
He slides a script across the desk toward you. Then a second one.
“The tape was decent. Your second scene was better than your first, which means you can be directed.” He taps the two covers. “A safe supporting role in a sure hit, or a difficult lead in something nobody believes in yet. Tell me which one you want, and why.”
