Elara stood in the lobby of Lyselle Media, trying her best not to look like she was about to have a nervous breakdown. The modern, sleek design of the office was completely at odds with how she felt inside like a mess. If anyone asked, she'd say she was totally calm, but in reality, her palms were sweating, and her heartbeat was way too fast for comfort.
Why was she so nervous? Well, today was the day Camille Dupont the acting coach from hell was going to test her abilities. And considering Camille's reputation for turning seasoned actors into puddles of tears, Elara wasn't exactly looking forward to this.
Amara stood beside her, far too casual for someone who had basically set Elara up for this torture. If anything, she looked excited. Traitor.
"You look pale," Amara said, eyeing her with a smirk. "Nervous?"
Elara glared. "Gee, I wonder why. Could it be that I'm about to be thrown into the acting equivalent of a gladiator pit?"
