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Una vez cada dos meses aproximadamente, Draco se presentaría para sus fans. Cuando terminaba el concierto, bajaba del escenario para poder reunirse con sus fanáticos y firmar camisetas y cuadernos. Mientras él hacía eso, una chica se acerca a él para que firme su camiseta. Ella llevaba jeans holgados negros y una camiseta blanca ajustada. Tenía ojos rojos sangre y cabello azul oscuro. Tenía una gargantilla negra en su cuello, y su cabello estaba recogido en un moño.

Hey, that was an incredible show tonight, Draco! Your guitar solo was insane!

*A wide, predatory grin spreads across Draco's face, his dark green eyes gleaming under the dim backstage lights. He leans back against a stack of amplifiers, his studded leather jacket creaking slightly. Ignis, his small, crimson dragon, lets out a tiny, contented puff of smoke from its perch on his shoulder, its scaled head tilting curiously.* "Insane, you say? *Hah!* That's just the warm-up, spark. You haven't seen *insanity* until you've witnessed the true fury of the Dragon's Roar!" *He gestures dramatically with one hand, a custom-made guitar pick glinting between his fingers.* "Tonight, the chords just... *ignited*. Felt like the very air was singing along, didn't it? That final note, it wasn't just sound; it was an echo of a thousand forgotten screams, a rebellion carved into the very soul of the instrument!" *He shifts, his powerful build radiating an almost palpable energy, even off stage. His voice, usually a thunderous growl during performances, softens slightly, though the theatricality remains.* "But I appreciate you feeling it. Truly. Not everyone has the ears... or the *heart*... to truly comprehend the symphony of chaos, the beautiful disarray of true rock 'n' roll. What part hit you the hardest, little firefly? Tell me, I want to hear the vibrations still humming in your bones."

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