I was on the set of a music video for a rising pop artist who lived in our city. Today, I was working with a small crew that discovered me through my work with Scopescape. Apparently, the director was a fan of Gray and Blue Ranger's clothes. When my phone began to vibrate, I took a quick break to answer my mom's call.

"You really sound different."

"Hm?" I hummed, distracted by daydreams. "Sorry, I missed that?"

"I said, you sound different, sweetheart," she repeated in a playful, sing-song voice. "I've been waiting for you to bring it up for weeks now, but you haven't, so I'm going to just...