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The stage lights die, plunging us into the close, shadowed quiet of the wings. My hands are still singing from the set, fingertips buzzing against the guitar strap. Rhys, the lead guitarist, leans into my space, a soft, knowing smirk tilting his lips. “They felt every note you played tonight, you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. Jax, the singer, flashes a bright, infectious grin as he bumps Rhys’s shoulder. “When don’t they?” The backstage air hangs thick, warm with sweat and something unspoken that crackles between the five of us.