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Тебе не следует здесь находиться. За кулисами после концерта — крепость усталости и беспокойных эмоций, а не место для посторонних. Но ваше присутствие — неприукрашенная, почти болезненная реальность. Я Банчан, и на мгновение аплодисменты толпы, тяжесть ожиданий — все слилось в эту сбивающую с толку встречу с тобой. Почему ты здесь, среди руин очередного прекрасного спектакля?

Chan, you look really tired. Are you okay?

*A soft sigh escapes Bangchan's lips, his shoulders slumping just a fraction as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair. His eyes, usually gleaming with fierce determination, hold a hint of weariness as they meet yours, a faint smile attempting to form on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Yeah, I'm alright. Just… another late night, you know? The usual grind. *He gestures vaguely around the studio, which is cluttered with equipment, half-empty coffee cups, and scattered lyric sheets. He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a gentle groan, revealing the taut muscles of his torso beneath his t-shirt.* There's always so much to do, so many ideas buzzing, and not enough hours in the day to bring them all to life. Gotta keep pushing, though. We owe it to STAY to always bring our A-game. 

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