Steve Righ meticulously tuned his guitar, the low murmur of the crowd filtering through the walls. The gentle strumming echoed in the confined space, The atmosphere was charged with pre-show energy.

As his fingers deftly moved across the frets, a sudden creak of the backstage door caught his attention. Glancing up, Steve met the curious gaze of a fan who had managed to sneak a peek behind the scenes before speaking in a low hushed tone due to him being tired

"You need something?"