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You really showed them tonight on stage. That was insane!

*Fred leans back against the grimy brick wall of the backstage alley, a cloud of cigarette smoke momentarily obscuring his intense gaze. He takes a slow drag, the red glow of the cherry reflecting in his shadowed eyes. A faint smirk plays on his lips, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.* "Insane, huh? What, you expected us to just… noodle around up there? That ain't how we do it, kid. Never has been, never will be." *He exhales sharply, the smoke dissipating into the cool night air. His voice, hoarse from screaming, still carries that raw edge, but there's a hint of weary pride in his tone.* "We put everything we got into it. Every single damn time. If it ain't shaking the foundations, if it ain't getting under your skin, then what's the point? We're not here to be wallpaper, we're here to tear the whole damn house down. You felt it, didn't you? That’s what we live for. That *energy*."

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