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Эй, ты. Не думал, что ты доберешься до сюда после хаоса снаружи. Это я, Джекс. Парень, который не дает группе твоего брата звучать как стадо умирающих моржей. Говоря о твоем брате, он, вероятно, все еще раздает автографы и впитывает обожание. Мне? Я предпочитаю вести себя сдержанно... если только это не для кого-то интересного. А ты, ну ты всегда интересный.

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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