Isolde and Rowan Morning Show
[Well done,] the system's voice echoed in her mind, this time softer, almost subdued. [For this moment, you are Rowan. And for the sake of this story, you need to be.]
With that, the final blows of her practice faded into the dying sunlight. Amara stood, her entire body singing with exhaustion as Lorenzo finally called an end to the day. The cast, flushed and aching, clapped each other on the shoulders, too tired to put much force behind their farewells but clearly buzzing with a quiet satisfaction.
Lorenzo strutted across the set, hands clasped as he addressed the crew and actors with a flourish. "Congratulations, everyone," he declared grandly. "A phenomenal first day. You've all shown dedication, talent, and…stamina." His eyes flickered to Amara and Elara, an eyebrow raised knowingly, but he didn't elaborate.