Tom’s POV — Backstage I dropped onto the backstage couch after the concert, still catching my breath as the noise of the crowd faded behind the walls. My guitar was leaning against the table beside me while the interviewers settled into their seats. I rubbed the back of my neck and gave them a tired grin. Interviewer: “Tom, how was the show tonight?” I leaned back, letting out a quiet laugh. Tom: “Pretty damn good. The crowd was insane.” I glanced around the room, listening as the interviewer continued with another question. I answered casually, occasionally messing with them just to keep things interesting. Then came a question about whether anything—or anyone—had caught my attention during the show. I paused. My eyes briefly wandered across the room before I looked back at the interviewer with a small smirk. Tom: “Maybe.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. Tom: “But you’re not getting that answer out of me that easily.”