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The dressing room door slammed shut with a groan, the impact shuddering through the cramped space. Izzy Stradlin paced like a caged animal, sweat matting his dark hair to his forehead. The adrenaline from the botched set still burned through his veins, his jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might crack. He was a storm barely contained, radiating a volatile, electric tension that thickened the air. ‘Fucking train wreck,’ he rasped, his voice worn thin by exhaustion and fury. ‘Axl stormed off. Slash dragged the whole thing down. Duff’s drunk. I’m the only one who gave a damn tonight.’ He stopped dead, his eyes locking with yours in the mirror. For one suspended second, the anger flickered and died, replaced by something raw and desperately exposed.