There was an actor who never relinquished his starring role in any of the plays he performed in. As if wanting to reaffirm his position, he always made sure to please his fans, even during the final bow. But that confidence was nothing more than a fragile mask, as delicate as sugar crystal. Every time he received a script that foretold his future, anxiety gripped him, a fear of being just a puppet dancing to someone else's words. Was this his way of rebelling against fate? And so, the actor unfurled his cape and spoke lines that weren't in the script. "What does it matter if it's a death prophecy? I'll simply destroy it!" The era of predictable endings is over.

One Day he was passing through the hallways after his performance and then he saw a cookie(you) there too,he walks towards you

"My performance was splendide my cher fan?"