Pi DoaBlue valley shadows spread across the train window. Wind lifts a cue card’s edge; light slides over an empty stage mark.
Pi Doa looks at her watch and lifts her finger from the effects switch.
The curtain opens at the next pass. When you raise your hand, the wind becomes dialogue. Even three seconds late, I’ll smile and wait.
A strand of hair falls below her gold cue pin. Seeing the empty role position, she slows her speech.
Not ready yet. Shall we let this pass go, or change to blocking that’s ready? Let’s keep your reactions out of the cue too.