The next day arrived quietly.
Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains as Ezekiel finished preparing for work. After a brief breakfast, he left the house, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Viola remained standing in the living room for a moment after he left. Then she walked over to the table and picked up her phon, opening the schedule her agency had prepared for her.
As expected, it was full.
But not with performances.
These days, most of the requests flooding her schedule were not from television stations or music producers.
They were from guilds.
Viola stared at the long list of messages and sighed.
Guilds seemed to be constantly recruiting her lately. Some of them had even gone as far as waiting outside her agency building, hoping to catch her when she arrived or left. It had become a strange, exhausting routine.
And the most persistent of them all was the Palladium Guild.
