Master Lunar was amazing. Even though she was the lead, she had given her, a backup dancer, a significant part. And the choreography itself was incredible, the best she''d ever danced. Paired with Mr. Tate''s song, it was destined to be a massive hit. The people online had no idea what they were missing.


    "What''s your name?" Juniper asked, a small smile ying on her lips as she noticed the girl hiding her phone.


    "Myra," the girl answered softly.


    "That''s a nice name. It suits you," Juniper said, stretching her wrists. "When the video is released, I''ll have them add your name to the credits."


    "What?" Myra was stunned. "W-Wouldn''t Mr. Tate have to approve that?"


    On a major production like this, usually only the main artist and the female lead were credited. A nobody like her didn''t stand a chance.


    "He doesn''t need to approve it. I''m calling the shots," Juniper said, tying up her long hair and gesturing to Myra. "Come on, run through it for me."


    "...O-Okay." Myra felt like she was floating as she moved into position. Didn''t need Mr. Tate''s approval? This was the most important music video of his career, one he was making for his sister. And Master Lunar could just make decisions about it? Recalling how they interacted at the studio entrancest time...


    Oh my god. A shocking realization dawned on her. Could Master Lunar be... Mr. Tate''s girlfriend?! Now that she thought about it, they did look good together. It all made sense.


    ...


    During the shoot, Juniper''s dancing and acting were wless. She had more screen presence than actors with over a decade of experience. Myra was nervous and made a few mistakes, but under Juniper''s guidance, she corrected them quickly. The filming went smoothly, with the director frequently pping his thigh in approval.


    "Cut!" the director yelled as the final scene wrapped.


    "Put this on, it''s a bit cold," Jimmie said, immediately draping a jacket over Juniper''s shoulders. "Are you hungry?"


    "I''m okay," Juniper replied, pulling the jacket on. "Have them add Myra''s name to the video credits."


    Jimmie nced over at Myra, who was shivering slightly, her neck hunched against the chill.


    Myra froze, her breath catching in her throat. Master Lunar''s tone wasn''t a suggestion; it was a direct order. She had never seen anyone, dare tomand Mr. Tate like that. Would he agree?


    "Done," Jimmie said before Myra could even process it.


    "The director, Drew Landon, is casting for a new film. Have her go audition for it." He had been


    watching Myra; her dancing wa


    good, and her performance was strong. With a little polish, she could be a star. No wonder Juniper had given her so much screen time. She had a good eye for talent.


    Juniper turned to look at Myra.


    "Thank you, Mr. Tate! Thank you, Master Lunar!" Myra stammered, overwhelmed with gratitude. Drew Landon was a famous director; people lined up for a chance to be in one of his movies.


    "You''re wee," Juniper said with a smile, then turned to Jimmie. "You catch on quick."


    "You''re the boss. How could I not listen to you?" Jimmie replied, patting her head with undisguised affection.


    Oh my gosh! Myra clenched her


    fists, her mind racing with this juicy gossip. The subtle affection


    between Master Lunar and Mr. Tate was just too much! She swore to herself that she would keep their rtionship a secret until they decided to go public.