Behind the thick black curtains of the Memorial Hall's grand stage, Irina Golovin stood quietly with her hands gently clasped in front of her.
She glanced down at the script Sasha had given her and read through each line one more time.
As her eyes followed the words, her body shifted a little by little—like she was already acting it out in her mind, trying to imagine exactly how she'd say each line and what gestures she'd make once she stepped into the spotlight.
The hall outside had grown noisier.
Soft murmurs, obnoxious camera flashes, high heels tapping polished floors.
The audience was primed.
But none of it was why she was smiling.
All Irina could think about was one thing—
『How do I make Scott's jaw drop?』
She narrowed her eyes at the first line of her script.
"Hello. I'm Infinity Girl, and I'm here to show the world what hope really looks like."
She snorted softly.
『No. That wouldn't do. Too scripted. Too plastic. Plus it's corny as fuck… (;一_一)』
