Beautiful enigma

Surprise

"This is the final boarding call for the flight BA 268 London City. Please proceed to gate six immediately."

Shit, you thought to yourself practically running with your bag in one hand and your ticket in another. You went directly to the airport after your last day of work in Los Angeles and were now on your way back home. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as you stepped onto the plane. No rest for the wicked, as they say.

You were a director, screenwriter and playwright. You spent the last few weeks in LA alongside your former mentor, Ryan Murphy, on the set of Ratched. You completed your internship working with him on American Horror Story, and the two of you stayed good friends after. You always liked his creative vision, and working with him again seemed like an opportunity you couldn't miss.

Plus, you got to see one of your favourite actors to work with, Sarah Paulson, again. The two of you got quite close during your time on AHS. She was quite jumpy so, someone was always trying to scare her on set. She would run and hide behind you since there was no mask scarier than you in the morning. 

You looked at your phone only to see a message from her.

The Supreme: Hey, I just wanted to wish you a good flight. Say hi to London for me! xx

You quickly texted back a reply and put your phone back. You loved directing from behind a camera. After all, a larger part of your income and your most known projects were movies. But theatre just always felt like the place where you truly belonged. There was a certain unexplainable charm to it, authenticity. You were like a puppetmaster creating a perfect fairytale.

So, now you were on your way home, to the national theatre in London. You had a reputation in your field, young and talented. People wanted to work with you, whether as actors or part of your backstage team. Your friends always said you were a workaholic, but it never felt like work for you. You had a visual mind and recreating that glorious picture in life was your oxygen.

When you weren't directing, you were writing. Literature was always your escape as a child, and now you built a career on writing. Maybe dreams do come true after all.

You could have had some time off after wrapping up in LA and maybe even got some rest for once if not for your friend Tom. He was a playwright, brilliant but messy. The raven-haired boy was like an older brother to you. Tom wrote a play based on a book, When We Have Sufficiently Tortured Each Other, and according to him, it was supposed to be an enormous success, and apparently, he couldn't entrust his child to any other director but you.

You quickly took a seat and pulled the laptop out of your bag. You immediately noticed a new email from your assistant Amelia. She has been your friend and your righthand for years now. Amy's patience with you was remarkable. She was the only one always able to deal with all of your antics and tantrums. You'd probably forget to breathe if it wasn't for her.

"Hey (Y/N)!

Just wanted to remind you that the first reading is tomorrow at 10 AM. Tom and I arranged everything you asked for and please don't worry about the female lead, she is VERY talented. I am sure that you'll work well together if you refrain from being an arse to her. Also, I am sending you the play in PDF.

Have a pleasant flight and see you soon, BOSS!

Amelia"

You always insist on conducting the auditions and choosing the actors yourself, but this time you were too far away and too busy to argue, so you let your friends take it off your hands. Probably my worst idea so far. They informed you of all their creative decisions, but one, who will play the female lead. Tom kept bragging about how talented this mysterious woman was and how you will surely love working together.