Just one set.

Jeff stands backstage, waiting for the cue to step out in front of the crowd. He fidgets with a set of drumsticks, idly tapping out one rhythm before abandoning it for another. No matter where he strikes — the wall beside him, his water bottle, a bandmate’s shoulder — it doesn’t match the rhythm in his head, the one that’s been just out of reach since they announced this tour. It’s there, wanting to come out. …