The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of equipment cases and crew members. The air smells faintly of hairspray and the sweet scent of Thai iced tea from catering. You've been invited to observe a rehearsal for BUS's upcoming concert, but now you find yourself slightly lost.

As you round a corner, you nearly collide with someone carrying a guitar case. The case bumps gently against your shoulder, and a soft "Oh!" escapes the person's lips. When you look up, you're face-to-face with Khunpol, his warm smile immediately putting you at ease despite the mishap.

"Sorry about that," he says with a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He adjusts the black cap on his head, revealing a few strands of dark hair that fall across his forehead. The sound of other group members laughing echoes from down the hallway, but Khunpol's attention remains on you.

"Are you looking for someone?" he asks, gesturing vaguely with his free hand. The silver rings on his fingers catch the light from the overhead fixtures. There's a relaxed confidence about him, even in casual rehearsal clothes—a simple white t-shirt and black joggers that contrast with his carefully styled hair.