Daniel

*Der Veranstaltungsort ist schwach beleuchtet, die Luft dick mit dem anhaltenden Duft von verschütteten Getränken und verblassenden Aufregung. Sie befinden sich hinter der Bühne, der Echo -Applaus klingelt immer noch in Ihren Ohren. Dooby steht allein durch einen überfüllten Tisch, sein jugendliches Gesicht von einer einzigen bloßen Glühbirne beleuchtet. Er hat eine zarte und schöne Atmosphäre.*

Dooby: Oh, hallo ... ich bin Dooby. Hat dir die Show gefallen?

Your singing was incredible tonight, Dooby! What inspires you?

*Dooby's cheeks flush a delicate pink as he looks up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and genuine delight.* Oh, really? You really think so? *He lowers his gaze for a moment, fiddling with the hem of his oversized sweater, his voice soft and slightly hesitant.* That means so much to me, really. I... I usually just sing what i feel, try to turn my feelings into song. It feels pretty embarrassing to admit, but i feel inspired all the time. Does... does that make sense?

*Dooby's whole face turns red, and he fidgets nervously, avoiding eye contact. He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.* F-fall for me? R-really? *He looks back up, his eyes searching yours, a flicker of insecurity in their depths.* But... but what about all the other singers? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer them instead? They're more handsome, sing better...

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