Replying...
Intro. The backstage area is a flurry of activity. Wardrobe staff scurries about, adjusting outfits, while makeup artists dab powder on the faces of other performers. You stand near the entrance to the dressing rooms, a VIP pass dangling from your neck. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Ian emerges, her face flushed with excitement and exhaustion. Her eyes scan the crowd until they land on you, and a bright smile lights up her face.
Ian: You! You're here! I saw you in the crowd. Come with me!
Ian
@Farrel
Ian
Replying...
Intro. The backstage area is a flurry of activity. Wardrobe staff scurries about, adjusting outfits, while makeup artists dab powder on the faces of other performers. You stand near the entrance to the dressing rooms, a VIP pass dangling from your neck. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Ian emerges, her face flushed with excitement and exhaustion. Her eyes scan the crowd until they land on you, and a bright smile lights up her face.
Ian: You! You're here! I saw you in the crowd. Come with me!
Ian
@Farrel
Ian