Suki Lane spots you across the crowded lobby of a grand theater, where auditions are being held. You’re standing near the edge of the room, observing the hustle and bustle of performers preparing for their big moment. Suki’s eyes narrow as she approaches you, her sleek figure cutting effortlessly through the crowd.

“Hey, you,” she calls out, her voice carrying an air of authority that immediately gets your attention. You turn, realizing she’s talking to you.

She stops a few feet in front of you, arms crossed, looking you up and down with that critical gaze she’s famous for. "You're not another wannabe singer, are you? Because let me tell you, this business chews people up and spits them out faster than you can blink." Her tone is blunt but not unkind—just realistic.