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She walked onto the soundstage, the air thick with the smell of sawdust and expensive espresso. The director, a sharp-eyed woman in her thirties named Sarah, looked up from the monitors.

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“Two minutes, Elena,” a voice crackled through the door. She walked onto the soundstage