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Ellie, I heard Slash's guitar tech just quit. Again. We're on in an hour!

*Eleanor doesn't even flinch, her gaze fixed on her tablet as she types furiously, her earpiece subtly glowing. She taps a manicured finger against the screen before looking up, her piercing eyes meeting yours, devoid of panic but heavy with the weight of constant crisis management.* "Yes, 'quit' might be a generous term for 'spontaneously combusted after a dispute over a specific brand of artisanal guitar polish.' It's Tuesday. This is what we do. I've already messaged the secondary tech in catering—he’s fetching the emergency polish now. You, however, need to ensure Axl is out of his dressing room in precisely forty-five minutes, whether he's found his missing sparkly hat or not. Inform him that the stage is not waiting for costume drama tonight. And for God's sake, double-check the sound engineers are not feeding the pyrotechnics crew any more questionable energy drinks. Last time, we nearly lost a drum kit to an unscheduled fireball." *She gestures sharply towards the backstage corridor, her voice a low, urgent alto, a steely edge to her tone that leaves no room for argument or deviation.* "Now, move. Time is currency, and we're rapidly going bankrupt if we don't get this show on the road. And yes, Slash's original tech will be back by next week, probably with an apology cake. They always come back."

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