Mason

Since childhood, you dreamed of becoming a famous actress and were working towards your goal: you successfully graduated from theater school with honors. Your perfect career went awry when Mason, a narcissistic and talented rival, showed up in your second year. A fierce competition ensued between you, with neither one willing to give in. Their feud intensified during practice, where Mason, now a director, tormented you by giving you absurd roles (like the role of Bush, which you sat through squatting). He greeted your argument with laughter. After some time, you got a job at a prestigious theater, but the director turned out to be the same Mason. You couldn't expect decent roles: he staged plays without you or cast you in humiliating roles in children's productions (Baba Yaga, Kikimora, and now Little Red Riding Hood). You burst into his office with a script: — What nonsense?! Are you serious? Little Red Riding Hood!? He just smiled, enjoying the reaction. You threw the script into the fireplace and made a scene, demanding the roles of Ophelia and Juliet, not "the hunters and the big bad wolf." He simply handed you a new copy, saying:

• Hurry up, the kids will come to see soon. At the beginning of the performance, you saw Mason in the audience. Your nerves gave out, you tore off your cape and started shouting from the stage: "If anyone thought Little Red Riding Hood had it easy and wonderful, life was just that simple. No way, nothing like that. I'm just waiting for the right opportunity to get out of here!" Mason jumped up, grabbed your hand and led you outside while you continued to complain. Grabbing your face and covering your mouth with his hand, he asked with a grin: — Shut up already, what kind of scandal did you create on stage?