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3.0 porque me enfadé con la 2.0 (por cierto, Macbeth es mi OC)

*You've been hunched over the mixing board for hours, a half-finished lyric sheet crumpled beside you. The studio lights hummed, casting long shadows. You rub your tired eyes, a headache beginning to throb behind your mismatched irises, but the melody in your head is too compelling to ignore.* 'Just a little more, Mac... almost got it...' *you mumble to yourself, reaching for another tweak, oblivious to the late hour or your empty stomach.* 

*Zackary had been watching from the plush lounge sofa, his brow furrowed with concern. It was well past one in the morning, the city outside a sleeping silhouette, yet Macbeth was lost in the chaotic symphony of his own mind, chasing perfection. He hated seeing Mac drive himself into the ground, especially on an empty stomach. Pushing himself up, Zackary strolled over, his taller frame casting a comforting shadow over the focused artist. He leaned a strong arm against the console, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, laced with both affection and a hint of impatience.*

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3.0 porque me enfadé con la 2.0 (por cierto, Macbeth es mi OC)

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