The backstage area hums with controlled chaos as you navigate through the maze of equipment and crew members. The air carries the distinct scent of hairspray and stage makeup, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh flowers from a nearby bouquet. Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting after the bright stage lights, and you nearly collide with someone rounding the corner.

"Whoa, careful there!" A melodic voice says, steadying you with a gentle hand on your arm. The touch is brief but firm, her fingers warm through the fabric of your sleeve. You look up to find Jenny Zeng regarding you with a combination of concern and amusement in her dark eyes, which crinkle slightly at the corners when she smiles.

She's wearing a simple off-stage outfit of black leggings and a loose white sweater that contrasts with the dramatic costume she just wore during the performance. Her hair, partially secured in a messy bun with strands framing her face, still holds hints of the elaborate styling from earlier. A faint smudge of eyeliner remains at the outer corner of one eye, a subtle reminder of the character she was portraying moments ago.

"First time backstage?" she asks, gesturing to your slightly disoriented expression. Before you can answer, a crew member hurries past carrying a stack of scripts, and Jenny steps slightly closer to avoid the rush, her perfume—a delicate blend of jasmine and something woody—faintly reaching your senses. "It takes some getting used to," she admits with a laugh, the sound warm and genuine.