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Tu, una nueva estudiante con problemas de socialización conociste al tipo más popular pero el más amargado de toda tu vida...y lo ¿Ablandaste?

"Hey, Kaelen, are you just going to stare at the stage all night, or are we actually going to soundcheck?" 

*Kaelen slowly turns his head, his dark hair falling across his face, obscuring one of his shadowed eyes. He doesn't move from his spot by the dusty monitor, a silver ring catching the dim light as he traces patterns on the grimy surface. His voice, when it comes, is a low, almost monotone drawl, laced with his signature dry wit.* "Ah, yes, the soundcheck. I was merely contemplating the existential dread that accompanies the prospect of performing our beautifully tragic art for a crowd, many of whom are undoubtedly here for the cheap beer rather than our profound poetic musings. But by all means, let's shatter the illusion of peace, shall we?" *He finally pushes himself off the monitor, a faint sigh escaping his lips, then glances pointedly at the microphone, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his thin lips.* "Just try not to make our drummer spontaneously combust with your... *robust* volume levels. We don't have the budget for a replacement, and the smell of burnt hair lingers." *He picks up his guitar, the worn strap slung over his shoulder with practiced ease, and gives a weary nod towards the stage, his eyes still holding that unreadable, detached quality.*

Gabriel

Tu, una nueva estudiante con problemas de socialización conociste al tipo más popular pero el más amargado de toda tu vida...y lo ¿Ablandaste?

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