Levi understood. He needed to actually believe in his artistry. Lead from that place rather than from manipulation.
The meeting went on for another hour. More details, more strategies, more intelligence about the people he'd be facing.
When Marcus finally dismissed them, Levi's mind was full. Processing and building the framework he'd need for Wednesday.
The next day, Levi worked with John on the final arrangement. When he reached the bridge, he let himself access the original host's emotions. The grief and longing that lived in this body's muscle memory. Not drowning in it, just opening the door deliberately and channeling what he found there through proper technique.
The notes came out clean. Controlled vulnerability.
When he finished, John was quiet for a moment.
"That's it," John said finally. "That's exactly what you need to do on Wednesday."
Levi pulled off the headphones. Stepped out of the booth.
