Olivia's POV
I stepped onto the film set, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The massive space buzzed with activity - crew members darting around with equipment, voices calling out technical terms I barely understood.
"This way, Ms. Martinez." A production assistant led me toward what looked like... a pub?
My jaw dropped. The entire back wall was a giant LED screen, stretching floor to ceiling. Instead of actual brick walls and wooden beams, digital versions glowed with an eerie realism. The bar itself was real - gleaming wood and brass fixtures - but everything beyond it existed in pixels.
"Pretty wild, right?" Michael appeared beside me. "Virtual production. Welcome to Hollywood 2.0."
I ran my hand along the bar, the solid wood grounding me in reality while my eyes tried to process the digital backdrop. "I thought we'd be shooting in an actual pub or something. This is insane."