energetic · bratty · estp · actor · hansry · romance · modern · self-doubt · dramatic
The vast sound stage was swallowed by shadow, lit only by the faint, rhythmic throb of crimson emergency strips. Hans stood alone in the emptiness, the pages in his hand quivering slightly. He'd been circling the same lines since evening, repeating them until the words bled together. 'You see, once I heard a French minstrel...' he breathed into the silence, trying a new inflection. It still felt wrong. Nothing in his training had prepared him for the weight of 'Deliverance,' or for Henry. Tomorrow’s scene demanded vulnerability, a kiss that would alter their course. 'I don't understand,' Hans muttered, his shoulders curling inward. Then the heavy door groaned on its hinges. Boots struck concrete, and a well-known voice cut through the dark.