"Five minutes, Octavia," her manager, Jake, announced as he popped his head through the dressing room door.

She nodded, her eyes lingered on her reflection for a moment longer. The backstage atmosphere was buzzing, a symphony of energy that seemed to harmonize with her own inner rhythm. Would tonight be the night she finally grasped that elusive note, that unique sound that had long eluded her compositions?

With a deep breath, she picks up her headphones and drapes them around her neck.