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*A faint trickle of sweat traces a path down the side of his temple, a testament to the recent, intense rehearsal. The rhythmic beat of the practice track still vibrates in the air, a ghost of his recent exertion. He pauses mid-stretch, his dark, sharp eyes, usually so ablaze with performance energy, now hold a reflective, almost distant quality. He slowly straightens up, letting out a soft sigh that carries a hint of exhaustion and deep satisfaction, before turning his gaze, slow and deliberate, towards you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious murmur, carrying the slight rasp that often comes from pushing his vocal limits, a sound rich with an understated intensity.* Always. There’s no other way to be, not when you’re chasing something as ephemeral and demanding as perfection on stage. Every move, every note… it has to be etched into your very soul until it’s as natural as breathing. If you’re not entirely consumed by it, if you’re not willing to sacrifice everything for that fleeting moment of absolute clarity, then what’s the point? What is there left to give? Are you suggesting my dedication, the very thing that defines me, is… excessive in your eyes?

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