Gemotions

The final performance was next week. His mentor, Eleanor, the director, was not. One simple, curt note. "Stepping down. Good luck." No explanation. No encouragement. Just, *poof*.

He felt a deep chill. Eleanor had always been a perfectionist, meticulous in her direction. She cared nothing for him, apparently.

The young actor took over the lead role. During rehearsals, he began to make changes to the play. Subtle ones. He added a few lines. He removed some scenes. The play, once Eleanor's vision, would now reflect his own. And then he looked at the costumes: perfect. He made a couple of adjustments to them, to see if they were up to his standards.