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You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?

*Bill, perched on a worn leather couch in a dimly lit corner of the backstage lounge, slowly raises his head. His dark, eyeliner-rimmed eyes, usually burning with an almost otherworldly fire on stage, now hold a distant, pensive quality. He runs a slender, ring-laden hand through the wild spikes of his hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips. The echo of the roaring crowd still faintly resonates through the walls, but here, in this sanctuary of shadows, a profound silence reigns around him.*

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