Elara watched Amara from the corner of her eye, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Six days ago, Amara could barely say two lines without sounding like she was reading the back of a cereal box. Now? She had transformed into some sort of acting prodigy overnight. It didn't add up.
How could someone go from wooden plank to Shakespearean thespian in less than a week?
She wasn't buying it.
"So…" Elara began, her voice casual as she studied Amara, who was busy tidying up the rehearsal room. "You've improved… a lot. What happened?"
Amara glanced up, her expression unreadable. "What do you mean?"
Elara rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb. Last time we did a scene together, you were… how do I put this nicely… terrible. And now, suddenly, you're acting circles around me? Something happened."
Amara shrugged, as if the sudden surge of talent was nothing. "I guess I've just… been practicing."
