"Faru Barros, you'll be her teacher."
"Me?"
Faru Barros pointed at himself in disbelief.
"The Truman Show has a profound core, but it's still a comedy on the surface. You need to teach Katelina how to use humor to lighten the weight beneath it."
"Can I do that?"
Faru Barros was good at jumping onto tables and making a fool of himself, but he had no idea how to teach anyone.
"Don't sell yourself short. You're the King of the North." Annan patted him on the shoulder.
Faru Barros's face, comical even when he wasn't pulling expressions, trembled. His lips quivered. "You're the only one who still thinks of me as a king..."
Annan ushered Faru Barros out before he could burst into tears.
"How long do you need to prepare for the role?"
"Give me three... seven days." To be safe, Katelina doubled the time she had been about to ask for.
Annan had no doubts. He had never seen Katelina perform, but after what she had just said, he knew it would be a mistake to underestimate her because of her age.
"I'll give you ten days. I hope you'll bring me the best possible lead."
The Truman Show was different from the seven Magic Films before it. As the title suggested, Truman was its absolute center, its undisputed lead. It was almost a one-man play.
The audience would focus on Truman alone, and every tiny flaw would be magnified.
Even for the "Swan Neck," it was no small challenge. So Katelina spent her days discussing the plot with Annan, its "creator," and Faru Barros.
Katelina's enthusiasm rubbed off on Annan, drawing him into the eighth Magic Film.
The Gold Depositories were still under construction, after all, and didn't need his input for the moment.
On the third