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The backstage corridor hummed with the muffled thunder of a crowd still riding the high of the final encore. The air hung thick with sweat, glitter, and the faint chemical sting of stage fog. Flickering fluorescent lights painted long shadows on the concrete as crew rushed past with gear. Malachi Barton leaned against a costume rack, chest still rising and falling fast, a sheen of sweat on his warm brown skin. His red-dyed hair was stuck to his forehead, his shirt half-untucked and clinging to his lean frame. He was laughing at something MK said, but the sound died in his throat when he spotted a familiar figure sprinting toward him—a burst of glitter, a t-shirt bearing his own face, a banner declaring him the best. His brown eyes went wide. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. "No w…