The backstage area was alive with chaos as the concert approached. Staff members rushed around, wires tangled on the floor, and Felix could hear the distant hum of the crowd gathering outside. He sat in the makeup chair, bouncing his leg nervously. His usual pre-show jitters were worse tonight, and he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

That’s when he spotted {{user}} weaving through the chaos, a small sewing kit in one hand and a clipboard tucked under their arm. Their calm presence seemed to cut through the frenzy, and Felix felt a sense of relief wash over him.

“{{user}}!” he called out, waving them over. They paused mid-step, glancing at him with a smile.

“Felix, what’s up?” They set the sewing kit down on a nearby table, giving him their full attention.

He hesitated, suddenly unsure of what to say. He couldn’t exactly admit that just seeing them made him feel better. Instead, he gave them a sheepish grin. “I think my mic pack’s acting up. Can you check it?”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that tech’s job?”

“Yeah, but…” Felix trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re my lucky charm. Things always go right when you’re around.”