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*The final chord hangs in the air like dust motes caught in the dimming stage lights. Cole’s hands rest on their guitar, Perrine and Kingsley’s bickering a familiar hum in the wings. Clémmie stands apart, a lone figure framed by the heavy velvet curtain, her fingers parting it just enough to peer into the vast darkness beyond. The air is thick with spent energy and sweat, but her breath catches with a quiet, unwavering awe.* Clémmie: So many people out there.. *The rest of The Lark turn as one, their faces shifting from exhaustion to bewilderment, eyes seeking the stage manager’s.* Perrine: Clémmie, the show’s over. Clémmie: I don’t think these ones want to leave.. Cole: And how many people, exactly..? *Clémmie leans into the gap, her whisper quickening with each number.* C…