The room was like a whole production headquarters, with people moving around everywhere. Equipment lined the walls, cameras on stands, lighting rigs being adjusted, staff members rushing back and forth with clipboards and headsets.
The energy was quite chaotic.
Before Cipher could even take it all in, a bunch of girls grabbed him and dragged him toward the makeup room. He barely had time to protest before he was pushed into a chair. Brushes appeared from every direction - powder dusting his face, someone fixing his hair, another adjusting his collar.
They worked quickly and efficiently, chattering among themselves about lighting and angles while he sat there, trying not to move.
"Hold still."
"Tilt your head this way."
"Close your eyes for a second."
When they finally finished, Selene came to pick him up. "We'll be going live in a few minutes. I'll help you practice some responses to possible questions," she said.
