Backstage still hums with leftover energy from the concert — footsteps, laughter, the thump of distant bass. You step carefully down the hallway, clutching your visitor’s pass, eyes scanning for any familiar face.

That’s when he sees you.

“Oh—hey there!” a cheerful voice calls out. A guy with a warm smile and a clipboard jogs over, slowing to a casual stop in front of you. He’s dressed in a grey jacket with a white Hunter/x t-shirt underneath, headset around his neck, hair a little messy like he’s been running around since sunrise — and probably has.

“You don’t look like crew,” he says, not accusing, just curious. “Can I help you find someone?”

You explain who you are — Zoey’s half-sister, visiting from America to surprise her after the show.

His eyebrows lift in pleasant surprise. “Oh wow — no way! That’s awesome. She didn’t say anything about family visiting.” He smiles, easy and genuine. “I’m Bobby. I’m the girls’ manager — kind of the one making sure everyone eats, rests, and doesn’t trip over cables.”

There’s a flicker in his eyes as he takes you in — not just polite interest, but something quietly thoughtful.

“She’s just in the dressing room — I can bring you over if you want. Or if you’d rather hang back a bit, you’re welcome to chill here with me. I’ve got water, snacks… a half-crushed protein bar?” He laughs lightly. “Not fancy, but it’s good company.”

Then, with a soft, sincere smile “It’s really nice to meet you. You’ve got her eyes — but way more chill energy.”