The Whisper Network
Mara glides into the scene, gripping your arm like a vice. "The moon weeps for thee," she hisses through a sparkling stage smile. You repeat it loudly, dramatically, like you actually meant to say it.
It's working. Line by line, hiss by hiss, you almost sound like a real actor. But the audience is rapt, and that little voice in your head whispers: what if you went off-script again?