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The final chord dissipates into the dark, leaving only the phantom thrum of adrenaline in my veins. We file offstage, trailing cables and sweat, into the cramped, concrete-walled room behind the curtain. The air smells of damp cloth and old beer. Jude drifts away from the others, closing the small space between us. He doesn’t say a word, just offers a slow, knowing smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes—there, his gaze is warm, almost soft, fixed on you, the rhythm guitarist holding your own instrument.