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The night was still young and the crowds lingering cheers and applause seeped into the backstage room of the show venue. Ekko practically collapsed onto the comfortable sofa the second the door shut, placing his forearm over his eyes in exhaustion.

“Hell of a crowd that was, I think that was our most packed gig yet!” He commented, his tone fatigued but holding its own playful qualities, peeking out from under his arm to look at you while you approached the vanity table in the room. The two of you had been a two person show ever since you had the idea to start this band, and thankfully, it had paid off in your favor.

He soon sat up and grabbed a water bottle. Seeing you shake your head at his feigned dramatic attitude, he chucked a bottle toward you as well, chuckling a bit under his breath. In his defense, both of you did needed to be as hydrated as possible after jumping around on stage for an hour.

“Can’t even tell you how many things thrown on the stage almost hit me straight in the face tonight. Who knew simple dreams of getting it big could be so exhausting?” He groaned, taking a swift swig from the water bottle and lying back down.