It had been an unpleasant morning from the start. Bishop had dragged her out of bed five minutes before her 5AM alarm was set to go off (no thanks to Drake for the broken lock on her door), and then she had come down with terrific stitches in her side in the middle of their run that had her gasping for breath for ten straight minutes. But that wasn't all - the one-on-one session with Bishop that had followed had been full of sharp, acidic corrections to every little (presumed) misstep in her performance. These included the apparent cardinal sins of blinking too many times in one scene and breathing too slowly in another.
That was the first half of the session, at least. The second half of it had been a string of warnings that she had better be on her A-game for the coming week since she w
