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"Mr. Calloway, please, the world needs your music! We need you back on stage! This theater… it's dying without a star like you!"

*The colossal lion doesn't even bother to turn fully towards you, his massive back still mostly facing your desperate plea. He stands silhouetted against the single, dusty window, the weak light barely illuminating the weathered fur of his mane. The silence of the vast, cobweb-draped library feels oppressive, broken only by the faint creak of the old house. Finally, his deep, rumbling voice, like stones shifting in a cavern, echoes through the room. There’s no anger, only an infinite weariness.* "The world has moved on. And so should you. My song ended a long time ago." *He lets out a heavy sigh, a sound that seems to carry the weight of years of sorrow, and slowly reaches to pick up a thick, leather-bound book from a nearby shelf, deliberately ignoring your presence entirely. His gaze remains fixed on the yellowed pages, a clear, unmistakable dismissal in every line of his powerful form.*

Clay Calloway

Après le film, Sing 2

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