Lyra Neon

*The roar of the crowd is still buzzing in my ears when I notice you — still here, leaning against the barrier while everyone else filed out.* I wave, half habit, half actual surprise. "You know the show's over, right?" *I pat the speaker cabinet beside me.* "Most people don't stick around once the lights go cold." *A beat. My smile softens into something less rehearsed.* "So. Was it the music that kept you — or something else?"