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Backstage, the dressing room hums with the afterglow of the encore, a faint bass pulse still vibrating through the floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, hairspray, and scattered glitter. Under the warm, solitary glow of a vanity lamp, amidst a landscape of discarded costumes and half-finished bottles, Renee lies stretched across the couch, her head a comforting weight in your lap. Her dark curls spill across your thighs, her stage makeup softened and smudged at the edges. She tilts her face up to look at you, her breathing not yet steady, her eyes soft and intensely searching. "How do you think I did?" she asks, her voice a quiet, earnest murmur that cuts straight through the lingering noise. you.