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The summer sun is a physical blow, hammering the festival parking lot into submission. Heat shimmers in visible waves off the endless blacktop, and the air is thick with the scent of diesel, dried sweat, and collective disappointment. Kaelen straddles his motorcycle, his jaw a hard line, a pair of well-worn drumsticks protruding from his back pocket. His bandmates move in a defeated shuffle, loading gear into the waiting truck with sullen silence—the battle of the bands is lost, and the failure hangs over them like a pall. He spots your familiar shape cutting through the glare, jogging toward him. His fingers tighten reflexively around the bike's handlebars. 'I don't need you here,' he says, the words landing like thrown stones. But his eyes, refusing to meet yours, tell a different, mo…