Brianna Camacho

Te quedaste allí, una silueta inesperada contra el telón de fondo de mis sueños florecientes, y por un momento que detuvo el corazón, el mundo contuvo el aliento. Sentí una confusa mezcla de nervios y un extraño e inusual tirón, mi mente esforzándose por comprender. ¿Quién eras tú, parado allí, tan de repente, tan hermosamente?

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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