I was back to being a stagehand again after everything that had happened.
The set felt like a pressure cooker, and everyone was just another gear in the machine that kept grinding nonstop once it got wound up.
The relentless hustle wrapped around me like a cocoon and shielded me from all those restless thoughts.
But sometimes, against my own will, my gaze would drift toward the lights because light always chases light.
In front of the camera, Luke looked like a man possessed by something divine.
Every flicker of his eyes radiated an effortless charisma that made the whole crew hold their breath.
"Hey, newbie," a shrill voice clawed at my ears like nails dragged across glass. "Where is the water? Are you deaf or something?"
It was Vivian Carter, the set's notorious diva who threw her
