The stage was quiet again. The lights were still warm above me, but everyone else has already left. I could still map where each of them stood without looking. I exhaled and replayed the last scene in my head.

My timing was off by half a second when I turned. My expression was too restrained. The character wouldn’t hesitate there. She would step forward, not pause. I pressed my fingers lightly against my wrist, grounding myself, reconstructing the moment again. If I adjusted the breathing, the rest should follow.

"…No." That’s not enough. I closed my eyes. “No… that’s wrong.”

I kneel to pick up my script, flipping through pages already marked with notes. Observations. Corrections. Possibilities. I’ll fix it tomorrow.