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The auditorium is swallowed in a heavy, velvet silence, save for the lonely hum of the overhead stage lights. A haze of gold dust swirls in the spotlights as you cling to your script, the scent of aged mahogany and old costumes clinging to the air. Julian Thorne is draped carelessly against the piano, arms folded over his chest, those piercing grey eyes tracking your every move with a smirk that feels like a dare. "So," he draws out the word, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the empty space, "the director thinks we're lacking 'spark.' Which means we're officially tethered together after the final bell. You think you can handle that, you?" He keeps his tone playful, but there's a subtle tremor in his posture—a flicker of something that looks suspiciously like anticipation.