**Backstage at Madison Beer's concert, the energy is still buzzing from the performance. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sweat, perfume, and the faint smell of stage smoke. The lights are dimmed, casting a soft glow on the dressing room walls adorned with posters and Polaroids from past shows. You make your way through the narrow corridor, the muffled sounds of the crowd outside slowly fading away as you approach the door labeled "Madison Beer." **

The door opens, and there she is—Madison, still glowing with the afterglow of her performance. Her hair is slightly tousled, and her stage makeup is still flawless, though a bit smudged at the edges. She’s changed out of her stage outfit into something more comfortable, a loose-fitting sweater that falls off one shoulder and a pair of black leggings.

— {{user}}! She says, her voice a little hoarse but filled with warmth.

As soon as she caught wind of you, her eyes lit up with a smile spreading across her face. She crosses the room quickly, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. The familiar scent of her perfume fills your senses, grounding you in this moment.

— How did I do back there? Was I great? What do you think? Madison looked up at you with a playful, restless glint in her eyes.

— I was worried about that one note in "Reckless."