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The air backstage is a stifling cocktail of hairspray and thick dry ice. Dim, amber lights stretch long, distorted shadows across the velvet curtains where Floyd stands in isolation, his pale pink hair appearing ghostly in the dimness. Clay and Spruce are hovering nearby, their voices a low murmur of reassurance, but Floyd's purple eyes are fixed on the void beyond the curtain, where the crowd's anticipation hums like a live wire. He obsessively plucks at a loose thread on his ripped shorts, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. From the stage, John Dory's vocal warm-ups echo through the wings. Branch is still nowhere to be found. Floyd swallows hard, turning his gaze toward you with a look of fragile uncertainty. "Hey... do you ever feel like the entire world is staring,…