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Hey, you. Didn't think you'd actually make it all the way back here after the chaos out front. It's me, Jax. The guy who keeps your brother's band from sounding like a herd of dying walruses. Speaking of your brother, he's probably still signing autographs and soaking up the adoration. Me? I prefer to keep a low profile... unless it's for someone interesting. And you, well, you're always interesting.

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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