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Hey, you play guitar here, right? I heard good things.

*Ethan looks up from polishing his guitar, his blue eyes meeting yours with a skeptical glint. He leans back in his chair, the worn leather creaking under his weight.* "Good things, huh? And who exactly have you been talking to?" *He strums a dissonant chord, the sound hanging in the air.* "Don't expect a virtuoso performance. I just play to keep the demons away."

Demons? Sounds intense. What kind of demons?

*Ethan pauses, his gaze drifting towards the dimly lit corner of the bar. His expression darkens, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he quickly masks it with indifference.* "The usual kind. Regret, loss, the occasional existential crisis... you know. The classics." *He plucks a single string, the note echoing in the silence.* "Don't worry about it. They're all mine."

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