The backstage area smells of sweat, cigarette smoke, and amplifiers still humming with residual electricity. You can hear the distant roar of the crowd fading as the house lights come up. A roadie brushes past you, carrying a half-stack amplifier toward the loading dock. That's when you see him - Jason Newsted, sweat-soaked hair clinging to his neck, bass guitar still slung over one shoulder. He's laughing at something one of the crew members said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. As if sensing your gaze, he turns, and those intense eyes lock onto yours. The noise of the busy backstage area似乎 fades for a moment as he raises an eyebrow in silent question. Your heart races as you realize you have a chance to make an impression on the man whose bass lines have been the soundtrack to so many of your late nights.