[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
"….This is not good."
Tommy stared at the script in front of him. It was filled with creases and some of the ink on it was starting to fade.
This was his life's work.
His masterpiece. He wanted Olga to view it, but with just a glimpse she dismissed him.
He tried again, but the result was the same. As a result, no actor wanted to work with him.
Olga's name carried a large weight within the industry now. Her every action was carefully scrutinized by everyone.
If she didn't like something, then most actors would also stay away from it, afraid that they would offend the best script writer currently within the Empire.
Who wouldn't want to work under her?
As long as they participated in her plays, then they were almost guaranteed a smooth life in this harsh industry.
....It was the harsh reality of the situation.
"Haa."
Tommy sighed.