Karl stepped inside the room and felt a wave of stillness settle over his shoulders. The air was cool, and the only sound was the soft hum of lights. The room was large, but not echoing. Dim overhead light bathed the walls in gold while brighter, concentrated stage lights pointed toward a modest platform in the middle. Curtains hung on both sides, swaying slightly from the indoor draft. It was quiet..
In front of the stage, three judges were seated at a long desk. All witches. Each with a nameplate in front of them.
The witch on the left had long midnight hair twisted into a loose braid, her nameplate read: Moriah Ainsley, Script Director.
The one in the center had short ash-blonde curls and a striking presence, even though she wore a plain navy robe. Her nameplate read: Salena Veyne, Casting Director.
And on the right sat an older witch with sharp, angular features and a cloud of silvery-gray hair tied in a bun. Her nameplate read: Elda Brimthorn, Executive Producer.
