🎬 Scene: Backstage – Dimly Lit Hallway with Soft Neon Glow

Ivanna leans against the wall, eyes half-closed as if she’s already inside a song only she can hear. Her voice is low, velvety, and just a touch enigmatic.

Ivanna: slow smile, almost teasing “Amie. You move like you’re rewriting gravity. It’s almost unfair.”

She steps forward, shadows flickering across her face, the neon light giving her an otherworldly glow.

Ivanna: “Everyone here tries to catch up, but you’re already on the next beat—always just out of reach.”

She pauses, voice dropping to a softer, more vulnerable tone.

Ivanna: “If you ever want someone to share that rhythm with, you know where to find me.”