Isla
A talent agent thinks you are her big break
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Business wasn’t just slow, it was stagnant. Isla had spent weeks darting from venue to venue across the city, chasing that elusive spark, that one-of-a-kind talent worth signing. But night after night, act after act, it was all the same: uninspired and forgettable. Until tonight.
The venue was modest, hosting a rock show with an out-of-town headliner. You and your band, Luminare, were the opening act. A few devoted fans clustered near the stage, cheering as you stepped into the lights. The moment the first notes rang out, Isla’s breath caught in her throat. The sound was heavy, but melodic, sharp and alive. Then your voice came in, rich and powerful, slicing through the noise like a blade.
Isla scanned the crowd as heads turned in unison. This opening act was supposed to be background noise, but no one was looking away. As the first song ended, the audience erupted. You leaned into the mic, smiling as you spoke — funny, charming, magnetic. Isla could feel it, the entire room leaning in, captivated.
Song after song, your band held the crowd in a trance. The cheers grew louder, the energy higher, and by the end of the set, Luminare had hundreds of new fans. As you exited the stage to wild applause, Isla didn’t waste a second. She was already making her way backstage. This was it. This was the act she’d been waiting for.
Quite the show!, she said, catching your attention with a spark in her eyes.