Ch. 317: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 317

Chapter 317

"It's popular now, but that doesn't guarantee good results. The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment," Norah said slowly. "If we want to win the audience's love, this level of popularity isn't enough. And since we're all looking for Bianca, we shouldn't just flatter ourselves. We need to think ahead."

She glanced at the list behind her. "Something may not seem popular now, but that doesn't mean it won't be successful. Plenty of dramas gain traction after airing."

Norah's eyes rested on Emani. "But raising the audience's expectations too high can backfire."

"There's truth in what you're saying," Emani admitted with a serious nod. "But who doesn't prefer a ready-made hit? This approach is risky. What if Sasha becomes a star because of this drama?"

In the entertainment industry, a single drama can mean everything.

Miss one opportunity, and the next might never come.

Many artists rise to fame from one drama, only to fade into obscurity soon after.

The industry evolves quickly, with fierce competition. Audiences move on to fresh faces, leaving the old ones behind.

"So, we have to choose carefully," Norah said firmly. "This might just be the underdog that surprises everyone."

She considered Sasha’s blossoming career, knowing it depended on finding the right project to push her further into the spotlight.

In this era of viral trends, the key was to create something that resonated now.

Yet, no matter how trendy something was, it couldn't compete with the audience's craving for novelty. Overexposure breeds fatigue.

Most popular scripts banked on hype, but the styles were becoming monotonous.

Norah had pored over every script she could find, analyzing each synopsis carefully.

"This is the one," she finally decided, handing the script to Emani. "Call Sasha immediately—she has to secure this role!"

Emani skimmed through the script, hesitating. "But this director is a young woman, not very well-known. Her work is... unconventional. It's darker, less traditional. The lead isn’t your typical idol heroine—it’s more of a revenge story. And the romance subplot is weak. Audiences usually prefer love-driven dramas."

It was a modern drama, a departure from the historical epics Sasha was known for. But trying a new genre might be just what Sasha needed.

The story centered on a heroine who grew up in a patriarchal family, endured years of bullying, faked her death to escape, and later returned to seek revenge, ultimately rising as a powerful figure.

Norah raised her eyebrows, her lips curving into a smile. "This director clearly has a vision. She writes and directs her own work. Breaking away from tradition is how you stand out. This script is bold, empowering women to be independent. That’s a message worth sharing."

Emani, though hesitant, trusted Norah's instincts. "Alright, I’ll call Sasha."

"I'll go with her to meet the director," Norah added. "Timing is everything."

After a few days of rest, Sasha received Norah’s call and immediately headed to the meeting.

Stepping out of her car, she spotted Norah waiting for her. "Can’t you take it easy, even while pregnant? You’re going to wear yourself out!" Sasha teased with a smile.

Norah chuckled. "If I make you a star, I get to share in the glory. Someday, the media will write about how Sasha owes her success to me."

"I’ve read the script you chose," Sasha said. "I’m ready to switch things up."

"So, we’re on the same page this time?"

Sasha’s expression softened. "Maybe we were sisters in a past life—we just seem to click."

Norah smiled but didn’t respond.

"Still, I’m worried about you," Sasha continued. "Are you really okay? I mean, after everything..."

Sasha was referring to the recent scandal involving Bianca and Kevin, which left Norah on the sidelines.

Norah shrugged lightly, her tone carefree. "When you’re at the top, there’s never a shortage of men. I’ll have my pick!"

Sasha gave her a thumbs-up, laughing. Together, they headed to meet the director.

The studio was modest but cozy.

The young receptionist greeted them apologetically. "Ms. White, Ms. Gibson, I’m so sorry. Ms. Corbeil is locked in her room working and might be a while. She doesn’t like being disturbed during her creative process."

"That’s okay. We can wait," Norah replied with a smile.

"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Juice?" the girl offered.

"Just water is fine," Norah said.

"Same for me," Sasha added.

As they were led upstairs, they noticed the disarray—clothes and papers scattered on the sofa.

"Sorry about the mess," the girl said hurriedly, tidying up.

Norah observed the chaos, noting that Nellie might not be the most organized person.

Two hours later, the door finally opened.

A tall, slender woman stepped out, her messy hair tied back with a pencil. Thick glasses rested on her face, and she was still wearing pajamas.

Realizing her guests were waiting, Nellie exclaimed, "Oh no, I totally forgot I had an appointment today! Hello, hello!"

She greeted them warmly, shaking hands.

Turning to Sasha, Nellie said, "I’ve seen your work—very impressive. As for you..." She glanced at Norah, confused.

"Norah White," she introduced herself, shaking Nellie’s hand.

Nellie sat down across from them, adjusting her glasses. "So, what brings you here?"

"We want Sasha to play the lead in your drama," Norah said, handing over the documents. "What’s the next step? A script reading?"

Sasha chimed in gently, "I’m really interested in your story. I’d love the chance to collaborate."

Nellie hesitated, looking conflicted.

Norah noticed. "If there’s a problem, just say it," she encouraged.

After a moment, Nellie confessed, "Actually... I don’t think I want to make this drama anymore."