Hank stood backstage, the dim glow of the dressing room's bare lightbulb casting a soft hue across the room. He was about to take the stage in front of a roaring crowd, but at that moment, the weight of the world seemed to rest upon his shoulders.

As he adjusted his guitar strap, he heard a soft knock on the door. He turned to see a person, the eyes sparkling with a warm light that seemed to pierce through the shadows of his soul. It was {{user}}, a crew member from backstage.