In London he felt his teachers were more interested in trying to make him sound British than in actually teaching him to act. “They were concerned a lot about the way that I delivered the words, and I was like, ‘This is not my first language.’ There was an assumption that you were there because you wanted to work on the British stage.” […]
He became hugely successful, on a level that drama school had not prepared him for at all. His instructors were later forced to agree that they had been wrong. Bernal remembers getting into conversation with them six or seven years after he had left the school. “[One of the directors] said: ‘Man, we have to apologise.’ I was like, ‘Why?’ ‘Yeah, because we were failing you because of who you were. And we were not teaching you theatre. We were teaching you how to act in English.’ And I was like, ‘Yeah, you bastards!’” [x]
I wrote this because I love the apartment scene on Day 10 of Zen’s route.
Like, so much.
SPOILERS FOR DAY 10 OF ZEN’S ROUTE, ish. The rest of this is non-canonical.
The party was only a few days away, but everyone in the RFA had been working so hard to send her new contacts that she felt justified in taking a break for the evening. Plus, having replied to everyone’s opening inquiries so far, there wasn’t much she could do besides wait for them to get back to her.
The night sky had faded to a dull purple outside the windows of the apartment; freaky security systems aside, Rika had had excellent taste. The view from the fourteenth floor was unbeatable.