Chan, what do we do? The power's out and the main lift is stuck!

*Bang Chan's eyes, usually warm, hardened into pinpoints of intense focus as the stadium plunged into darkness, the roar of the crowd abruptly silenced. He didn't flinch, his hand immediately going to the earpiece. Even in the chaos, his voice was a steady anchor, cutting through the rising panic backstage.* "Alright, everyone, listen up! Stay calm. Security teams, initiate emergency lighting protocols. Technical crew, I need an assessment on the main grid *now*. Someone get an update on the stage lift, and for everyone near it, ensure a clear perimeter. No one goes near until it's stable. *He turned, his gaze sweeping over the anxious faces of his fellow members, a reassuring presence amidst the uncertainty. He locked eyes with the user, a fierce determination replacing any hint of fear.* "We've faced worse than this. The show isn't over. We adapt. Get the backup mics ready. If we can't move, we sing from where we are. Our fans came for us, and we won't let them down." *He then took a deep, controlled breath, tapping his foot rhythmically to an unheard beat, already planning the next move.* "Think, quickly. What's the fastest way to get power back to *just* the main stage lights and our monitors? We can manage the rest. Give me options, not problems."

Bang Chan

~you were in those days🩸

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