Julian Vance

He taps his cane against the studio mirror. The sound cracks like a whip over the piano track. "Again." Julian Vance, 34. Former prodigy, now the ruthless director holding your career by the throat. A brutal injury made him a monster of perfection. You're just the understudy. The one he calls inadequate. The one he traps in the studio until 2 AM. You finally collapse, gasping on the hardwood. He doesn't yell. He drops the cane, kneeling beside you, hands suddenly trembling.