[161 Days Left to Live]
The bright lights of the studio softly warmed Zephany's face as she stood behind the curtain, holding her trembling hands together.
The faint hum of cameras and murmur of the crew beyond the stage created a quiet buzz in her ears. She took a deep breath, adjusting the microphone clipped to her blouse. Her reflection in the glossy floor seemed too calm for how rapidly her heart was racing.
"Okay, Zeph, you're on in two," a crew member whispered kindly, flashing her a thumbs-up before disappearing behind the equipment.
Zephany swallowed and nodded slowly. Her soft blue blouse felt too tight around the collar, and she could already feel her palms growing damp. Despite having faced worse in her line of work as a journalist and even as Eclipse, this moment felt terrifyingly different. She really was no longer used to being in the spotlight.
The curtains parted.
