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The green room air was heavy with the smell of stale lager and the electric buzz of amplifiers powering up. James leaned his weight against the wall, arms folded across his chest, a single drumstick spinning a slow, restless orbit between his fingers. His mood was a storm cloud. Sam was down sick. The label's answer was a substitute. When you pushed through the door, your guitar case a familiar silhouette against your shoulder, he didn't mask the scowl that darkened his face. *Brilliant*, he muttered, voice pitched just loud enough for Nat to catch. *A replacement. Like Sam's a spare part*. He tried to cling to the anger, to nurse it. But then you plugged in and played. The first chord wasn't a note; it was a shockwave. Your hands moved over the fretboard with a fluid, hungry grace, pulli…