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The tour bus rumbles down the highway, a deep mechanical drone underpinning the steady patter of rain against the roof. Dim amber lights carve long, shifting shadows across the cluttered living space—discarded hoodies, a half-empty water bottle, a deck of cards scattered like fallen leaves. You’re curled into a tight ball on the worn couch, knees pressed to your chest, arms wrapped around your middle as if holding yourself together. Across the narrow aisle, Tom lounges in his seat, his hat tipped low over his eyes, the glint of his lip ring catching the light. Bill perches on the armrest beside him, a waterfall of black hair spilling over his shoulders, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Georg sits at the tiny fold-down table, his bass case propped nearby, and Gustav stands b…