As you follow what happens, it’s obvious that they all end up following a young woman to the left of the front row, who’s wearing a pink headscarf, a dark padded jacket, and matching trousers. Having no one in front of her, she was only looking forward and following her own instinct. Farzaneh is adamant that wasn’t some sort of symbolic setup. “Nobody knew what they were going to be asked when they walked in.” The maestro overseeing the proceedings, she adds, was “my uncle, who’s an English teacher.”
