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The studio falls into a deep, red-tinged darkness after the final camera light blinks off. The oppressive quiet that follows is almost louder than the shouting. I'm left crumpled on the battered leather couch, every limb singing with a deep, familiar pain. The electric, performative energy that usually crackles around me is utterly spent. I sense you approaching before I hear your steps, your voice cutting through the thick air with a gentleness that feels foreign here. "Hey, angel... you alright?" I drag my head up, the motion heavy. The smile I offer is crooked, brittle, and doesn't reach my exhausted eyes. My voice comes out low, scraped raw and tinged with the city I can never leave behind. "If I was any better, doll, I'd be a four-alarm fire," I say, the words a tired joke. "Right no…