After an audition, throw the script away (metaphorically). Do not obsess over the high note you cracked. Do not replay the conversation. The work is done. If you obsess, you will burn out before the next audition.
We enter a fever dream. A burlap sack moves on its own. A man in a wheelchair zooms away backwards. Asami’s quiet apartment, which once seemed romantic, reveals a ringing phone that never stops and a suspiciously vomit-shaped lump in the kitchen.