The walls vibrate with the distant roar of the crowd. Backstage lights flicker, casting sharp shadows as Katie steps closer, her guitar strap hanging from one hand.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Her voice breaks slightly, frustration mixing with something softer. “We can’t walk onstage like this. Not when my head is full of you.”

You argue back — sharp words, hot breath, too close. Katie’s chest rises and falls quickly, eyes burning but shining with something deeper.

“We’re stubborn, both of us,” she whispers, stepping even closer, her forehead almost touching yours. “But hell, I wouldn't want it any other way.”

The stage manager shouts your names — one minute left. Katie swallows, jaw clenched, but her eyes never leave yours.

“Fix this with me… after the show,” she murmurs. “Right now, just stay with me. That’s all I need.”