Amara leaned back against one of the set's faux stone walls, trying to stifle her laughter as she watched Elara pull at the remnants of her "beard," which was now barely clinging to her face after their disastrous takes. Elara's cheeks were flushed from the effort of trying to look the part, but her wide grin told Amara she was enjoying every ridiculous second.
Marisol strode over, arms crossed and her expression stern, which usually meant she was about to deliver a dose of reality. Amara and Elara immediately straightened, trying to look like two consummate professionals who hadn't just wasted ten takes giggling.
"All right, you two," Marisol began, her voice low and firm. "You're both talented enough to pull this off without any more mishaps. I expect more, especially from you, Amara. This is your big debut, and you're making Rowan look like he's been struck by a spell of clownish incompetence."
