Jasmine's POV
I woke before dawn with my stomach already in knots.
Today marked my first training session. Real, professional training for a role I barely remembered auditioning for and definitely didn't believe I deserved.
"You're spiraling." Lara appeared in my doorway holding two mugs of coffee. "I can hear your thoughts from my room."
"I didn't say anything."
"You don't have to." She handed me a mug and sat on the edge of my bed. "Your anxiety is practically vibrating through the walls."
I wrapped both hands around the warm ceramic, needing something solid to ground me. "What if I'm terrible? What if they realize they made a mistake picking me?"
"Then they're idiots who don't recognize talent when it's staring them in the face." Lara's voice carried absolute conviction. "Jas,
