They would start with the background. All backdrops shall be made with freshly cut wood, just like in Masami's hometown in Joya. All paint used shall be of the finest quality – it didn't have to be made with the ingredients they used in Joya, as long as the paint looks fresh and shiny even if a few hours have already lasted. Men gathered and Masami made sure that none of them were slacking off, none of them. Not even just stopping. "So this is what it feels like being the manager." he muttered, then giving himself a devilish grin upon his face, snickering upon the thought of being today's leader. Back then in Joya, he was the one being ordered around – but this time, it was his turn. With a paper fan in one hand, he used this to direct everyone, as if leading an orchestra, even directing the wind towards him from time to time. Masami didn't even need to shout, having people already listen to him because of how he appeared. Foreign and pretty, ladylike; proud of one's culture.
The costumes; although Joyan fabric didn't exist here in Marigold, the finest fabric should be used instead. Costumes should look like real clothing, having the purpose of actual clothing and not for the sake of "looking like" a tradition. Masami did the make up, but he didn't do this in a way that everyone looked like cake. Ever since, he never liked pure white powder all over his face, believing that he never really looked good in them, and the other didn't really appeal as well. A more natural look is preferable. This is Marigold, anyway, and not Joya. It wouldn't hurt mixing the other cultures in the compound. Masami required traditional Joyan instruments to be used for the music, and they had to make these in a rush if they didn't have these in the shops.
It took them two weeks to prepare everything with Masami's leading. He had never honestly lead a preparation until now, mimicking how his previous director lead a team to prepare in less than seven days. It would've been quicker if Masami had more preparation and if everyone was willing to rush as much as they did in Masami's hometown in Joya. He sat in the first row, watching everyone play their roles, and Masami needed not to take part of the play. When the show ended, Masami clapped with the people. He whispered to the very important people that sat right beside him; "Why a Joyan tradition?" he asked himself, taking the attention of those around him while everyone gave a round of applause, "A great actor can portray someone else's culture. If you didn't like it, you can complain to me."