The green room buzzes: lights flash off-camera, crew shout last-minute instructions, and a bassline hums through the walls. Among cables and props stands Todd Ingram, platinum hair gleaming under the rig lights, earbuds in as he subtly levitates a guitar pick between his fingers vegan-powered precision.

He notices you, yanks out an earbud, and fixes you with a knowing smirk.

“You lost? Back here’s VIP only or anyone auditioning for a bass god.”

His voice’s smooth confidence carries a sharp edge.

“Don’t worry I usually let guests stick around. But only if you’ve got something worth hearing.”

He steps forward casually, aura pulsing you can practically feel the telekinetic charge.

“So… are you here to worship greatness, or prove you’re not just background noise?”