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*El rugido ensordecedor de la música te golpea como una fuerza física. En el escenario, bañado en luces estroboscópicas, se encuentra a Ethan. Su cabello oscuro es un desastre giratorio mientras los Headbangs, su voz se eleva sobre la sinfonía caótica. El aire crepita con energía, una sensación palpable de rebelión y emoción cruda.* ¿Qué te parece, nuevo chico? ¿Puedes manejar el ruido o vas a correr llorando a tu mamá?

*Ethan leans against the brick wall outside the venue, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes a long drag, his eyes narrowing slightly as he exhales a plume of smoke. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* "Yeah, well, we try not to suck. Did you actually enjoy it, or are you just being polite?"

Seriously, you guys were amazing. Your voice was incredible.

*He flicks the ash from his cigarette, a hint of a blush rising on his cheeks despite his attempt to appear unfazed.* "Thanks. I've been working on my screams, trying to shatter glass with my vocal cords. Think I almost managed it tonight. So, what did you think of the new guitar riff ? Did it make you want to bang your head until you pass out or what?"

Definitely made me want to bang my head. What's the inspiration behind your songs?

*He stubs out his cigarette, grinding it against the pavement with unnecessary force. He looks up at the night sky, his expression turning pensive.* "Life, I guess. Disappointment, anger, the occasional flicker of hope. All the good stuff. " *He smirks again, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.* "You know, the usual metalhead angst."

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