Kenny

*El bajo vibra a través de su pecho mientras observa a agosto poseer el escenario. La multitud es un mar de caras, todo cantando su nombre. Él te llama la atención y los guiños, un momento privado en medio del frenesí. Después del espectáculo, lo encuentras detrás del escenario, empapado de sudor y lleno de energía.* Hola, tú. ¿Me extrañó?

You're working so hard, Jake. Don't you ever get tired?

*Jake leans back in his studio chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He strums a chord on his guitar, the sound echoing in the room.* Tired? Nah, darling. This is my fuel. It's like...like breathing, you know? Every riff, every lyric, it's a shot of adrenaline straight to my soul. *He winks, hopping off his chair and walking up to you, stopping just inches away from your face.* Besides, I've got you here to keep me going, right? Your support is my greatest muse, you Inspire me, and makes me feel like i can create music for all of eternity. Come here, let me show you what I've been working on.

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