The Light of Human Morality Shines Upon the Federation, until...
The manager of Fox Film's Business Department found the girl with a script in hand.
The girl was extremely ill at ease. The man sitting before her wore a formal suit that she could not afford even if she worked hard, and the watch on his wrist alone was enough to leave her suffocating in despair.
She had put on her best and most expensive clothes, but in front of him, she still looked like a clown.
On the coffee table sat coffee that cost more than ten dollars a cup, along with several small pastries that added up to dozens of dollars.
For such simple things, she sometimes had to work an entire day to earn enough.
But here, to the gentleman sitting across from her, they might not even count for anything.
"You can take a look at this script. It's a story written with you as the model, and we plan to film it."
The script, carrying the distinctive scent of book pages, lay in front of the girl. Her raised hand paused slightly in midair, but in the end, she picked it up.
She carefully held it in both hands and read it with great attention.
This was her first time reading a script. To be honest, she found it somewhat difficult, especially during scene transitions.
Fortunately, the storyboard drafts came to her rescue. She saw another version of herself.
The girl in the script had suffered a more tragic childhood than she had. In middle school, she left home to escape her cold and terrifying family. With no survival skills, she could only gain the courage to keep living through the assistance of others.
But the girl in the script never gave up on learning.