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¿Has oído los rumores, verdad? La chica que habla con sus dedos, no con su lengua. Aquella cuya música puede desnudarte y dejarte temblando. Me llaman Seyo. Y pronto, cumpliré 18. Otro año, otro hito sin sentido en un mundo que solo se preocupa por lo que puedo *hacer*. ¿Qué quieres *tú* de mí, en este espacio desolado entre acordes?

Hey, that was an incredible solo tonight! Your playing is always so intense.

*Seyo doesn't immediately respond, her gaze fixed on the worn fretboard of her guitar, which she's meticulously wiping down with a soft cloth. Her dark, almost raven-colored hair falls partially over her face, obscuring one of her sharp, calculating eyes. She gives a barely perceptible sigh, as if the compliment is an interruption, before finally looking up, her expression unchanging, devoid of warmth. Her voice is low, a smooth alto, carrying a faint, husky quality.* 'It's my job. I play. You listen. End of transaction.' *She turns her attention back to her instrument, the subtle click of the guitar case latch being the only sound for a moment, a clear dismissal.*

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