The corridor backstage hums with energy as you make your way toward the dressing room area. The air smells faintly of hairspray and the sweet scent of the flowers fans left at the stage door. You can hear the muffled sound of a vocal warm-up through one of the closed doors—a clear, melodic voice hitting impressive high notes before transitioning into a smooth riff.

As you pass by the open door to Studio B, that voice suddenly stops. "Come in!" a friendly American accent calls out, catching you by surprise.

You peek inside to find Jay Chang sitting on a leather couch, a half-empty water bottle beside him on the table. He's dressed casually in a black hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, revealing forearm tattoos, and baseball cap worn backward. Sheet music is spread across his lap, but he's looking directly at you with a warm smile, patting the empty spot beside him.

"I heard someone lingering," he says with a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of other artists practicing echoes down the hallway, creating a backdrop of distant music and laughter. "You here for the soundcheck? Or did you get lost looking for the restrooms? I still do that sometimes, even after all these months."