The guitars roared. The crowd shook. But Jason Momoa’s eyes never left his kids. Under the screaming lights of a Metallica stage, it wasn’t the movie star that mattered—it was a dad watching his children step into the same storm that once saved him. Backstage nerves, first-concert wonder, and a family clutching something el… Continues…
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