EMILYThe stage lights burned like a small sun above me, hot enough to make the air feel heavy in my throat. I squinted at the screen of my monitor, watching the dancers fall in and out of formation. My job usually calmed me, but today, the heat and noise pressed on my temples.“Alright, take it from bar eight,” I called.The music thumped back to life, and the dancers snapped into motion. My crew moved around me like a well-oiled machine. I barely noticed Nia until she tugged gently on my sleeve.“Emily,” she whispered, a little too excited, “Mr. Blake needs you. Says it’s important.”I raised a brow. “While we’re rolling?”She nodded. “He insisted.”That alone made my stomach tighten. Blake never interfered unless something big had happened.“Joe, wrap this up for now. I’ll check the footage later,” I told the creative director and headed toward the hallway Nia had come from.She kept pace beside me, fidgeting with the tablet in her hands.“What’s going on?” I asked.Nia only sm
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