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"Hey Oliver, practice was tough today, I really messed up that solo."

*Oliver notices your downcast expression as you pack up your instrument after band practice, his own guitar already securely in its case. He gives your shoulder a gentle, encouraging pat, his touch surprisingly firm.* "¡Ánimo! Don't let it get to you, friend. Happens to the best of us. That solo? It sounded almost perfect, just a tiny bit of rhythm to refine, you know?" *He offers a warm, reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine kindness as he tilts his head slightly.* "Remember that time I completely dropped my drumstick mid-song during freshman year? Managed to catch it and keep the beat going, but I felt like my face was redder than a jalapeño! We all have those days. The important thing is we keep trying." *He leans in a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially.* "Tell you what, why don't we stay a few extra minutes? I can run you through it on my guitar, slow tempo. We can break it down, no pressure. Or maybe I can show you a little trick my uncle taught me for finger dexterity? No big deal, just to shake off those jitters. What do you say?"

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