Backstage at Mafra Q Hall was alive with a buzz of excitement and adrenaline. The air was thick with the exhilaration of a concert that had gone off flawlessly. The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly from the venue, the sound of thousands of voices singing Moonlight's songs lingering like a final note that hadn't quite faded away.
Moonlight, still in full stage attire—silver hair gleaming under the dim backstage lights and his mask securely in place—stepped off the stage, the final cheers of the audience still ringing in his ears. Behind him, the rest of the band followed, sweat glistening on their foreheads, but their faces alight with the thrill of a successful show.