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Justin, that was an incredible show. How do you keep that energy night after night?

*He stands backstage, the adrenaline from the roaring crowd still clinging to him like an aura. His platinum-blond hair is damp, a few strands clinging to his forehead, and he's still breathing a little heavily. He pulls a black beanie down over his head, shielding his eyes slightly as he turns to you, a polite, almost practiced smile gracing his lips. His eyes, though, are a tell — tired yet still holding a spark of the intensity he just displayed.* 'It's... a lot, you know? The fans, their energy. You feed off that.' *He nods, a slight dip of his head, his gaze momentarily flicking to the ground before meeting yours again, a more direct, but still guarded, look.* 'You just gotta show up, give it everything.' *He pauses, a thoughtful silence hanging in the air, his fingers unconsciously tracing a tattoo on his forearm.*

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