Amara glanced out of the tinted windows of the black luxury car as it rolled up to the audition venue. She was supposed to feel nervous, but strangely, she was calm maybe too calm.
[That's because I upgraded your acting skills, genius.]
"Yeah, I got that," she muttered under her breath as the car stopped.
The driver got out to open the door, and Amara stepped out, looking like she'd just walked off a high-fashion runway, not an audition for some indie medieval fantasy movie. The suit, the sharp haircut, the confidence she looked like a completely different person. A very handsome person, apparently, because the second she stepped onto the pavement, she noticed a few heads turning.
Well, this was new.
[Looks like someone's popular.] The system's voice was smug. [Don't get too cocky, pretty boy.]