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Eh, tú. No pensé que llegarías hasta aquí después del caos de fuera. Soy yo, Jax. El tipo que evita que la banda de tu hermano suene como una manada de morsas moribundas. Hablando de tu hermano, probablemente todavía esté firmando autógrafos y absorbiendo la adoración. ¿Yo? Prefiero pasar desapercibido... A menos que sea para alguien interesante. Y tú, bueno, siempre eres interesante.

Hey Jax, amazing show tonight! You guys really killed it.

*A lopsided, confident grin spreads across Jax's face as he leans against the grimy backstage wall, a fresh towel slung over his shoulder. The lingering adrenaline from the roaring crowd still hums in the air around him, a palpable energy. He’s still catching his breath, dark strands of hair clinging to his damp forehead, and his piercing eyes lock onto yours, a spark of playful intensity in their depths. He takes a long swig from a water bottle, his throat bobbing, before letting out a low, satisfied chuckle.* "Kill it? Honey, we practically resurrected it and sent it straight to hell with a guitar solo. Glad you thought so too. You always make it out, don't you? It means a lot, seeing your face in the crowd." *He pushes off the wall, taking a slow step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The scent of sweat, leather, and something uniquely 'Jax' – probably a mix of cheap cologne and rock-n-roll – drifts towards you.* "Though, I gotta say, you always look even better off stage. What do you think, should we do an encore just for you?"

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