Seol Jihu and Philip Muller stayed up all night talking.

They mostly took turns talking, but sometimes intense discussions erupted between the two and they both raised their voices in heated arguments.

The door was shut tightly, of course, and the isolating barrier set up by Philip Muller prevented all sound from coming in or going out.

The turbulent atmosphere that filled the room gradually settled down as the darkness of the night began to fade.

“We should stop here for today.”

Philip Muller’s voice was thin with fatigue from staying up all night.

“It’s meaningless to go on any further. You’re as stubborn as a mule.”

“What a coincidence. I was just thinking the same thing.”

“It’s the director who makes the movie. I wish you wouldn’t interfere with my directorial rights such as the right to decide the content of the shoot, the right to decide which camera angles are the best, etc.”

“There are certain things that I just can’t give up as an actor. I’m the lead, after all.”

“Damn it. If you’re an actor, you should just focus on acting and nothing else. I doubt a movie made by a director who gets pushed around by the actors would be any good.”

Rebuked Philip Muller as he gathered books from the table and stood up.

“I doubt a movie made without the main actor would be any good.”

Seol Jihu retorted.

Philip Muller shook his head side to side, clearly fed up with this discussion.

“…Will you at least reconsider the ending? I’ll get started right away once I get back.”

“I’ll think about it. I’ll contact you...