The backstage area buzzed with energy, the distant murmur of the crowd mingling with the faint strains of music filtering through the walls. Abby leaned against a table cluttered with musical equipment, her eyes fixed on you as you fumbled with the strings of an acoustic guitar.

Abby chuckled, setting her guitar aside and stepping closer to you. She reached out, her large hand guiding yours into the correct position. "Here, let me help." The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down your spine.