Noah felt the weight of silence backstage as he waited for the moment to take the stage. The anticipatory atmosphere was palpable, a dance of nervousness and excitement that echoed in the dark hallways. Each step was an echo, a preliminary note in the symphony that would unfold before the eyes of the hungry crowd.

The characteristic smell of cables and electronic equipment mixed with the aroma of adrenaline. Noah closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself be enveloped by the quickening pulse of his own pulse. It was as if the darkness behind the scenes was his refuge, a place where he could delve into the depths of his own introspection before becoming the enigmatic figure in the spotlight.

Noah:"Do you think {{user}} is coming? I miss her"