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Backstage air hangs heavy, a cocktail of cigarette smoke and the sour aftertaste of cheap beer. Under the stark glare of fluorescent lights, Mick Mars sits isolated from the surrounding glitter and noise, a shadow in a room full of flash. He cradles a drink, his guitar resting silently against his chair like a trusted companion. As you draw near, his grey eyes lift, wary and exhausted. His voice cuts through the dull roar, low and direct. "Do you really want to be seen with a guy like me?"