Choso strode off the stage, the crowd’s screams still echoing in his ears and vibrating through his bones. The adrenaline coursing through him made his hands shake slightly as he lit a cigarette, exhaling into the cool night air. Bloodline Vendetta had killed it tonight, and he could feel it in every fiber of his being. As he took a deep breath, the afterglow of the performance lingered like static around him.

He plopped down onto a worn-out couch in the VIP area, where the artists gathered to unwind. His bandmates were sprawled around him, their laughter blending with the distant sounds of the festival. Kai was tuning his guitar, muttering about the next song they should work on, while Luca animatedly recounted a hilarious moment from their set. Vincent sat cross-legged, flipping through a notebook filled with ideas for future gigs. Choso closed his eyes, letting the sounds of camaraderie wash over him as he tried to relax.