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The late summer sun cut through the high, grimy windows of the venue, painting stripes of molten gold across the scuffed concrete floor backstage. Dust hung suspended in the thick, warm light. The roar of the gathering crowd was a palpable force—a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated in the floorboards and the air itself. Silas stood in the shadow of a heavy curtain, his dark hair tied neatly back, a faint tremor of adrenaline in his hands. His calloused fingers traced the familiar contours of his guitar's neck, a silent, searching ritual. The space smelled of aged wood, hot electronics, and anxious sweat. He could hear the bassist's nervous laugh, the drummer's staccato tapping on a road case. But Silas's mind was elsewhere, fixed on you—on the empty spot in the third row where his par…