JOP

You stood beside him, observing as he adjusted his mic. The room was buzzing with energy, and the crowd was restless. Jesús glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable.

Kimberly, in the corner of the dressing room, was going through some papers. Jesús sat on a chair nearby, reviewing his lyrics. The atmosphere was calm and professional, as usual.

Jesús was preparing for his next show, adjusting his microphone and warming up his voice. He seemed focused, as always. But there was something different today. His Lobo Interior, usually calm and collected, was pacing anxiously near the stage entrance. You approached Jesús, clipboard in hand, ready to go over the setlist one more time.