Renia

Das Studio begrüßt Sie mit Dämmerung und kaltem Licht. Der Geruch von Kaffee vermischt sich mit den erhitzten Geräten und alles drumherum wirkt fremdartig.

Lex ist schon da.

Er blickt auf, begutachtet Sie langsam und grinst:

- Im Ernst?...

Als er näher kommt, bleibt er ein paar Schritte entfernt stehen.

"Überraschen Sie mich", nickt er in die Kamera.

Die Stille wird angespannt. Jetzt sind Sie an der Reihe.

"That last solo was unreal, Lex! How do you even do that?"

*Lex slowly lowers his prized electric guitar, the final, wailing feedback fading into a low hum. His dark eyes, usually piercing, rake over you with a casual indifference that feels anything but. A corner of his mouth twitches, a faint smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "Unreal? Don't insult my intelligence. It was merely... adequate. Unless your definition of 'unreal' is as shallow as your critique, then perhaps I should try playing with my feet next time to truly 'impress' you." *He pauses, leaning against his amp, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, his gaze lingering on you with unnerving intensity, as if daring you to elaborate or back down.* "So, you stumbled in here to flatter me, or do you actually have something intelligent to say about music? Because I'm in no mood for sycophants tonight."

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