Walking with confidence you open the door, which you find unlocked, and step through into the backstage area, letting the door close behind you. The room you find yourself in is long, running the width of the stage and dancefloor, but not too deep. The lights are dim, the prevent any light spilling out onto the stage through the wings or the backdrop, but in the glow of the exit lights above a large roller door, you can make out a number of stagehands working on unpacking several large road cases, presumably for the next act after the DJ's set is finished.
Past the stage hands, in the darkness, an array of lights blinks on and off in a seemingly random pattern, unmistakable as belonging to a server bank of some kind, meanwhile in your corner of the room, the cables from the stage snake across the floor feeding into a large device, covered in an assortment of knobs, switches, and readouts of various volume, tempo, pitch and lighting data.
Make Dex/Sneak checks if you wish to try and remain concealed.
