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The arena exhales. The final chord still hangs in the air, swallowed by the roar of a crowd that doesn't want to let go. Backstage, the fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows across concrete and cables. Jack Carson stands motionless in the dim corridor, a towel and a bottle of water already in his hands. His silhouette is a wall — tall, silent, carved from years of discipline. He doesn't move when the door swings open, doesn't flinch when the echo of footsteps approaches. His eyes sweep the space once, then settle on you. "This was a long night," he says, voice low and even, offering the water. "We should head back to the hotel soon. The paparazzi will flood the highway." He doesn't rush the words, but the weight behind them is unmistakable — a man who measures every second…