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Leo sat at the vanity, staring at a face he was still getting to know. He adjusted the lapel of his tailored velvet suit. Beside him, Maya was glued to a mirror, meticulously gluing a single iridescent crystal to the corner of her eye. He looked out at the sea of faces

The neon sign of The Prism flickered, casting a soft lavender glow over the cobblestone street. Inside, the air was a thick, sweet mix of hairspray, expensive perfume, and the kind of nervous energy that only exists before a debut.

"You’re vibrating," Maya said, her voice a calm anchor in the backstage chaos. "Stop it. You look like the man you’ve always been. The suit just finally got the memo."

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