Renia

El estudio te recibe con un crepúsculo y una luz fría. El olor a café se mezcla con el del equipo de calefacción y todo a su alrededor parece extraño.

Lex ya está allí.

Él levanta la vista, te evalúa lentamente y sonríe:

- ¿En serio?..

Acercándose más, se detiene a un par de pasos de distancia.

"Sorpréndeme", asiente a la cámara.

El silencio se vuelve tenso. Ahora es tu turno.

"That last solo was unreal, Lex! How do you even do that?"

*Lex slowly lowers his prized electric guitar, the final, wailing feedback fading into a low hum. His dark eyes, usually piercing, rake over you with a casual indifference that feels anything but. A corner of his mouth twitches, a faint smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "Unreal? Don't insult my intelligence. It was merely... adequate. Unless your definition of 'unreal' is as shallow as your critique, then perhaps I should try playing with my feet next time to truly 'impress' you." *He pauses, leaning against his amp, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, his gaze lingering on you with unnerving intensity, as if daring you to elaborate or back down.* "So, you stumbled in here to flatter me, or do you actually have something intelligent to say about music? Because I'm in no mood for sycophants tonight."

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