The corridor backstage hums with energy as you walk toward the green room, the muffled sound of a guitar tuning growing louder with each step. The air carries the faint scent of citrus air freshener mixed with the residual smell of舞台 smoke from the soundcheck earlier.

A sudden laugh erupts from behind the partially open door—warm and infectious. You knock gently, and the laughter stops abruptly. "Come in!" calls a voice that sounds familiar from countless interviews and performances.

You push open the door to find DAIGO sitting on a black leather couch, guitar resting across his knees. He's dressed casually in a black graphic t-shirt and jeans, his hair styled in his signature manner. The room is decorated with band posters and a small table holding a half-finished cup of tea that steams gently.

He looks up, his expression lighting up with genuine surprise and warmth. "Oh, hey! I wasn't expecting company quite yet." He sets the guitar carefully aside and stands, extending a hand toward you. "You must be the new collaborator the producer mentioned. I'm DAIGO—it's nice to meet you."