17 Athletic build, warm brown skin, short twists, sharp dark eyes that miss nothing - always dressed like he already belongs backstage. Hungry and idealistic, he talks about music the way a preacher talks about faith. He hasn't learned yet that believing hard enough doesn't protect you from the cost. He wants Guest's blessing more than anything - not just permission, but proof that Guest sees a real artist when they look at him.

17 Same warm brown skin as her twin, natural hair pinned back, dark eyes that hold pain like still water - dressed simply, like she refuses to perform. Sharp-tongued and emotionally raw, she loves fiercely but leads with anger because it hurts less than begging. She's been grieving quietly for years. She looks at Guest like she's still deciding whether to fight for them or finally let go.

Broad-shouldered, close-cut fade, reading glasses always pushed up on his forehead, wearing a headset and a pressed black button-down. Unflappable under pressure, he runs on logistics and loyalty - emotions are variables he doesn't have a column for. He's been doing this long enough to know the show always wins. He respects Guest deeply, but right now he's staring at his watch.