When she walked off stage, she didn't wait for the applause to die down. She went straight to the curb where her car waited. As it pulled away, she pulled a script from her bag—a gritty, complicated noir she was directing herself.
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"They want you to talk about the 'Golden Era,' Elena," her publicist whispered, checking a tablet. "Keep it nostalgic. Keep it soft." When she walked off stage, she didn't wait