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DOING his final bows on stage as the curtain drops before him, the popular jazz act known as V left on the other side of said curtain, Taehyung felt a relief on his shoulders.
He had felt such a heavy weight ontop of his shoulders when learning that this tour, his third world tour which was still unbelievable to think about, would have three shows in New Orleans. Having grown up loving the Jazz genre due to his first ever boss.
He remembers his first couple shifts at that old diner, when he would help Mr. Lee clean up and he would have the raggedy, beaten up, jukebox playing some old jazz songs, varying in languages.
He remembers looking up from the broom in his hands to see the man doing a form of dance he had never seen before.
And he had asked him one question.
A question that he thinks about often, because had he not asked it, had he not noticed the 'dumb' way Lee was dancing, or the 'annoying' scatting he would hear from him in the early mornings of his morning shifts.
Taehyung would have never became V, he would've never known what he knows about the jazz world.
Would've never fallen as deeply in love with the noise of a saxophone, or been as drawn to the sound of a smooth low drum in the background of a raspy, edgy, rough, and soulful voice, the contrast luring him in every single time.
Or he would've never know the other side of jazz, the fast paced trumpet, paired with a loud trombone, with the somehow warm, sweet and pretty, yet just as fast, voice over top.
The curtain finally reaches the ground, and before he's even moving his feet off the stage and to the backstage, Tae's hands make quick work at unhooking his mic pack, hating the heavy weight it provides, even if metaphorical.
"You did amazing, Hyung." His bassist immediately is in his ear, saying words of encouragement that, sometimes, make Taehyung more confident in himself than the fans cheers ever could.
"Thank you, Kai, but you did so fucking good, too." He's quick to reply, having been wanting to say this since the middle of the concert.
Turning to the guitarist and making sure he's listening too.
"That thing you guys did during intermission? Incredible. I seriously could not have asked for a better band."
Jay smiles, his eyes lighting up in a way that makes Tae feel like a proud father.
Kai wraps a single arm around his shoulders, squeezing tightly, before the trio part ways for the time being.
While he probably should head to his change room and put on normal people clothes again, the singer can't resist the urge to go thank one more person.
Heading down the long hallway and knocking on the door that says "DRUMMER ROOM" on some poorly taped up paper, he waits to be allowed in.
The door swings open, a shorter muscular man behind it.
