At eight-fifteen that evening, the Moda Center was packed to its nineteen-thousand-seat capacity. The atmosphere was supercharged with nervous, combustible energy. Tabloid camera crews were stationed in the VIP loge boxes, their lenses trained on the stage, waiting for a public meltdown or an explosive statement from the embattled rockstar. Behind the FOH console, June stood tall, her eyes scanning the audio levels with cool, surgical precision. Beside her, security…
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