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As the lights dimmed, Leo felt something he hadn’t felt in years: anticipation.
The camera zoomed in on the scripts. The byline read: Leo Park.
Leo’s blood went cold.
“Leo?” Nina called. “You okay, man? You look pale.”
Mira’s only note was: “Great engagement. Do it again next week with a different intern.”
Leo spun around. The theater was gone. He was standing on a set designed to look like the theater. Dev and Nina were now hosts on a couch, reading cue cards.