It was Thursday evening.
"And she just started yelling."
Averie was on the phone with Peter Kang.
"What was the role?" the older actor asked from the other side.
"Nothing spectacular; you know, just the usual."
"Still, like what?"
"Just a racist, nothing big."
Peter Kang said nothing after that. He was stunned, and he preferred not to rationalize with Averie.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
***
Meanwhile, in a domed concert hall, a crowd of fifty thousand attendees had gathered.
On the backstage, the overworked staff was running around hastily.
Peeking at the gathered audience from backstage, Ha-Yun turned to her group members.
"Everyone ready?"
"Yes," Hee-Young replied confidently.
Sunny looked fired.
The rest also looked excited.
Lenny was the only one who seemed nervous.
"Will it be fine? We didn't even ask for their permission. I don't want them to get mad at us."
