[Slice Of Life Chapter 🙂‍↕️]
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It was the morning of the next day—Saturday—and Erisia was on a call with Director Lennard.
She sat cross-legged on her bed, light brown hair pulled into a loose bun, a notebook open in front of her with yesterday's scribbles bleeding into the margins. The morning light poured through her window, streaking across the sheets, her phone pressed to her ear.
"Director Lennard," she began, flipping to a clean page, "I just wanted to ask a few things—about the auditions and… acting in general, if that's okay."
On the other end of the line, his slightly gravelly voice hummed with amusement. "You're already asking questions before breakfast? That's a good sign."
"I take that as encouragement," she replied dryly.
He chuckled, low and short. "Then you're learning fast."
