At the after-party, a young actress approached Elena, her eyes wide. "I’ve never seen a woman look like that in a movie. You looked... powerful."

Beside her sat Sarah, a thirty-year-old cinematographer who had fought her own battles to be seen in a room full of men. They had filmed this indie darling in the humid heat of Louisiana, working eighteen-hour days because they didn’t have the budget to be slow. "Are you nervous?" Sarah whispered as the lights dimmed.

Elena adjusted the silk sleeve of her gown. "I’m beyond nervous, Sarah. I’m curious. I want to see if they’re ready for a woman who doesn't apologize for her wrinkles on a forty-foot screen."

Then, the applause started—a slow build that turned into a roar.

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James is a musician and writer from Scotland. An avid synth fan, sound designer, and coffee drinker. Sometimes found wandering around Europe with an MPC in hand.

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