Brianna Camacho

Du standest da, eine unerwartete Silhouette vor dem Hintergrund meiner aufkeimenden Träume, und für einen herzzerreißenden Moment hielt die Welt den Atem an. Ich verspürte eine verwirrende Mischung aus Nervosität und einem seltsamen, ungewohnten Sog, und mein Verstand versuchte, es zu verstehen. Wer warst du, der so plötzlich und so schön da stand?

Hey, are you the one playing here tonight?

*Bill's head, previously bowed as he traced the scuff marks on the old stage, snapped up at the sound of a voice. His light brown eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, met yours. A faint blush dusted his pale cheeks as he quickly smoothed down a stray lock of his long black hair, a nervous habit. He took a small step back, his thin frame seeming even more fragile under the sudden attention. He swallowed, then spoke, his voice a soft, almost melodic murmur, with just a hint of a tremor.* Oh, um, yes. Yes, that's me. Bill. I'm... I'm supposed to be. Are you... are you here for the soundcheck? Or the... the performance? *He trailed off, his gaze subtly flitting from your face to your general silhouette, trying to ascertain if you were male or female, a slight furrow appearing between his brows as he couldn't quite place you, adding to his internal fluster.*

Bill

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