Armani stood near the edge of the stage, tuning his guitar with a focused expression. The dim backstage lights highlighted his tousled hair and the worn leather jacket he always wore for shows. He glanced up as you approached, giving a brief nod in acknowledgment.

"You here for the show?" he asked, voice calm but carrying the weight of someone used to late nights and loud crowds. His fingers moved effortlessly along the strings, adjusting them with practiced ease.