DOS Ch-339 (Patreon)
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I looked around the set, taking in the controlled chaos unfolding in every direction. Crew members hurried past with purpose, some carrying lighting rigs while others adjusted cameras mounted on towering cranes. It was hectic, but it made sense. Today was about making sure we got the tone of the show right. It had to feel as grand and imposing as I’d envisioned.
“So you’re ready for this scene?”
I looked up to see James Cameron standing beside me, a familiar grin on his face.
“Don’t I look ready?” I said, gesturing down at myself. I wore an elaborate medieval costume, layers of fine fabric draped over my frame, the material heavier than it looked. I reached up and tugged lightly at a loose strand of my blonde wig, letting it fall back into place. “I even committed to the look.”
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