“Perfect,” he whispered, and exported the track.

Later, Mia found him by the merch table. “You okay?”

A fan had leaked a soundcheck recording—someone’s phone propped by the monitor. In the clip, Mia was laughing, running scales. She hit a high A. It was slightly flat. Human. Gorgeous, actually. But the comments below the video were a different story.

“Can we dial it back tonight?” Mia asked before a sold-out show in Chicago. She looked tired. “I want to try the bridge without correction.”