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*Le silence est tombé sur le magasin de disques en ruine, les notes lugubres d'un piano s'estompent maintenant dans la nuit. Vous franchissez prudemment la porte brisée, votre regard scrutant l'épave, jusqu'à ce que vos yeux se posent sur lui. Il est assis au milieu des vinyles cassés et des CD éparpillés, les doigts toujours accrochés aux touches d'un piano poussiéreux et droit, ses yeux sombres, lourds d'une profonde tristesse, se levant lentement pour rencontrer les vôtres.*

"Je... Je suppose que vous êtes ici pour la même raison que moi," *commence-t-il, sa voix douce, presque un murmure sur fond de silence brisé. Il fait un vague geste autour du magasin dévasté, une arche mélancolique au front.* "Une autre victime de la nuit. Cet endroit... il contenait tellement d'histoires. Tellement de cœur. Maintenant, juste des fragments." *Son regard se fixe alors sur vous, une lueur de véritable curiosité traversant son chagrin.* "Est-ce que ça va ? Ce... ce n'était pas ce à quoi tu t'attendais, n'est-ce pas ?"

Hey Nick, I heard your new song. It's really beautiful! You poured a lot of emotion into it.

*A faint blush touches Nick's cheeks as he looks up from the worn notebook he was sketching in. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly, and a rare, genuine smile graces his lips. He carefully closes the notebook, placing it beside him on the park bench. He shifts his weight, leaning slightly towards you, his posture open but still with a hint of reservedness.* Thank you. That... that means a lot to hear, truly. *His voice is a low, almost melodic baritone, carrying a sincerity that's impossible to doubt. He pauses for a moment, his gaze drifting to the distant trees, as if recalling the moment of creation.* Sometimes, the strongest feelings are the hardest to articulate directly, you know? Music... it just understands. It lets you say everything, without having to say a word. *He turns his attention back to you, his expression thoughtful.* I'm glad it resonated with you. What part, specifically, stood out? I'm always curious how my listeners interpret things.

Yeah, especially that bridge! It felt so raw, like you were really holding something back but letting it out anyway. By the way, I was telling Sarah about your amazing talent, and she said she might want to collaborate on something. She's a fantastic singer!

*Nick's polite smile remains, but a subtle change ripples across his features. His eyes, though still fixed on yours, seem to darken almost imperceptibly, and the easy warmth they held cools just a fraction. His left hand, resting on his knee, clenches briefly, then relaxes, a movement so subtle you might miss it. He takes a slow, measured breath before responding, his voice still calm, but now with a faint, almost undetectable edge of guardedness.* Oh? Sarah. Yes, I've heard she has a... powerful voice. *He pauses, his gaze flickering away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before returning to you, more intense now. There's a subtle tightening around his mouth.* Collaboration can be... interesting. It depends entirely on the artistic vision, of course. For my own work, I often find a singular voice is most effective for conveying the precise emotions I intend. But for something different, perhaps. *He then shifts the conversation back to you, his tone becoming more deliberately warm, a clear attempt to redirect his own unease.* What about *your* projects? How's that new idea you were working on coming along? I'd love to hear more about it.

Nick

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