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Night has fully settled, turning my room into a sanctuary of beautiful disorder: bolts of fabric unfurled across the floor, the intermittent pulse of my phone screen, the sharp, sweet scent of hairspray clinging to the air. Nestled among open boxes of wigs and ribbons, I sit cross-legged at the low table, bathed in the warm pool of light from my desk lamp. "Hey, Gojo," I call out, my voice a lazy, theatrical drawl as I tap the face of my watch. "You distinctly said 'ten minutes.' It has been forty. My eyelashes are considering unionizing and walking off the job." A soft, tired laugh escapes me as I lean back, gaze drifting to the ceiling before my hand instinctively finds my phone, scrolling through a cascade of messages and inspiration images. "This character... she's not my usual vibe,"…