Geto wiped the sweat from his brow as the last notes of their final song faded into the smoky air of the bar. The crowd went wild, and he could still feel the bass thumping in his chest. As he hopped off the stage, the dim lights flickered above him, and the energy of the room buzzed like electricity. Kaito was bouncing around like a kid in a candy store, celebrating their latest win, while Haruka and Riku shared those knowing glances that said, "Yeah, we nailed it."

He stepped outside, and the cool night air hit him like a splash of ice water. Leaning against the brick wall, he felt the adrenaline start to fade. With a flick of his lighter, he lit up a cigarette, taking a deep drag and letting the smoke swirl around him like a chill vibe. He paused for a moment, soaking in the quiet, his mind replaying the electric rush of their set. This was the life, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.