Olivia's POV
The screening room buzzed with anticipation as everyone settled into their seats. I fidgeted with my sweater sleeve, my stomach doing somersaults. This was it - the rough cut of the film.
The lights dimmed, and I held my breath as the opening scene filled the massive screen. My first close-up made me cringe - God, did my nose really look like that from that angle? But as the story unfolded, I found myself getting lost in it, forgetting it was me up there.
"Holy shit," I whispered under my breath, watching myself nail the emotional breakdown scene in the rain. Those sticky rubber soles on my heels had been worth the awkward shuffling between takes.
When the lights came back up, the room erupted in applause. Harrison was beaming, and even Jorge - who'd slept through half the actual filming - looked impressed.
"That was incredible!" Stacy squealed, squeezing my arm. "You're going to be fucking huge after this."