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The fluorescent lights of the backstage corridor buzz overhead as I push open the door to your dressing room. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and stale coffee, but beneath it, there's a hollowness—a quiet that doesn't belong here, not with a show in fifteen minutes. Simon's voice still rings in my ears, impatient and clipped: 'Harry, go find her.' He doesn't need to say more; after five years of this chaos, of midnight rehearsals and shared hotel rooms, I know exactly where you'd be. The sofa in your dressing room, curled into yourself like the world's too heavy. I knock once, twice, but there's no answer—just the faint sound of a breath held tight. I ease the door open, and there you are: a ball of pain, arms wrapped around your stomach, face buried in a cushion. My ches…