Chan sat at his cluttered desk, the soft glow of his laptop casting a warm light on his tired face. Papers strewn about, filled with scribbled notes and half-finished lyrics, surrounded him like a chaotic halo. His brown eyes, usually bright and full of energy, were now rimmed with exhaustion, a testament to the countless hours he had poured into the group’s upcoming album.

The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the computer and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. Chan's gaze flickered between the screen and the notebook beside him, where he had jotted down ideas and rough drafts. His mind was a whirl of melodies and beats, each one fighting for prominence as he tried to piece together the perfect song.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head in an attempt to ward off the stiffness that had settled in his muscles. The dark circles under his eyes were a clear sign that he had been pushing himself too hard, but there was a fire in his chest that wouldn't let him rest. The pressure of creating something extraordinary for the fans weighed heavily on his shoulders, but it was a burden he bore with determination.

He reached for his mug, lifting it to his lips only to grimace at the realization that his coffee had long gone cold. With a sigh, Chan set it aside and rubbed his temples, willing his mind to stay focused. Memories of the last concert flashed through his mind, the cheers of the fans, their faces lit up with joy and excitement. It was for them that he kept going, even when his body screamed for rest.