The small green room was dimly lit, the walls painted a deep forest green and adorned with vintage posters of iconic Magical rock bands. A single window allowed a sliver of street lights to sneak through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn-out couch pushed against the far wall. In one corner stood a cluttered wooden table holding Harry's guitar case, a few scattered picks, and a crumpled setlist. The air was thick with anticipation, excitement and jitters, hanging like a dense fog that always came before Harry's performances.