I rushed to my seat, having had a quick cup of coffee on the outside. It’s a packed auditorium, for that is where this particular screening was held, and I managed to get there just in the nick of time. According to the festival rules, no one is allowed in after the screening has started. And you don’t want to be late for screenings; in addition to being a waste of time, energy and money rushing to the respective screenings from halfway across town, it’s also more than a little embarrassing.
“Fikri! FIKRI!” I managed to make out amongst the din of the conversations. I turned, looking for the person calling out my name. I couldn’t quite see it, or her, rather; the voice struck me as feminine.
“Fikri!” Finally, I found her. It was Hye-jin, one of my seniors at school. She was with a friend, and I went over, as you do, and tried to make casual conversation (as you do). Of course, I had a mini-crush on her when we were on Paula’s set, when I met her for the first time. “Forget about her,” said the gaffer at the time. “Move on.” Read the rest of this entry ?








