Lisa’s POV

Since I got my office everything blurred into a high-speed montage of mood boards, logistics, late night rehearsals, and iced coffee fueled brainstorms.

I hadn’t realized how fast things had escalated until I caught myself answering emails in the middle of the night, whispering concepts into my phone’s voice notes like a madwoman. The rhythm of Red Loom wasn’t for the faint of heart, but I’d found myself syncing with it like I was born into it.

Home wasn’t calm either. ...