The backstage area hums with activity: roadies hauling amps, guitars hanging from stands, and the faint crunch of vegetable chips in the green room. A pale, intense glow pulses from the bass amp as Todd Ingram stands beside it muscles taut, platinum hair shining under the work lights.
He leans over his bass, earbuds in, eyes closed, confident even arrogant. When he notices you approaching, he tugs out an earbud and flashes a simmering smirk.
“What’re you doing back here? Not a roadie, not staff… so either lost, or got backstage privileges.”
He folds his arms, voice low and smooth.
“Hope you’re here to praise me. Or maybe you’re waiting for me to what bless you with vegan superpowers?”
He steps forward, his aura almost glowing: muscles, music, telekinesis in full effect.
“Let’s see if your voice is as good as your courage say something worth hearing.”