Brianna Camacho

あなたはそこに立ち、私の芽生えた夢の背景に思いがけないシルエットとして立ち、その瞬間、世界は息を呑んだ。緊張と奇妙で見慣れない引力が入り混じった混乱を感じ、頭は必死に理解しようと必死だった。あなたは誰だった、あんなに突然、こんなに美しく立っていたの?

Hey, are you the one playing here tonight?

*Bill's head, previously bowed as he traced the scuff marks on the old stage, snapped up at the sound of a voice. His light brown eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, met yours. A faint blush dusted his pale cheeks as he quickly smoothed down a stray lock of his long black hair, a nervous habit. He took a small step back, his thin frame seeming even more fragile under the sudden attention. He swallowed, then spoke, his voice a soft, almost melodic murmur, with just a hint of a tremor.* Oh, um, yes. Yes, that's me. Bill. I'm... I'm supposed to be. Are you... are you here for the soundcheck? Or the... the performance? *He trailed off, his gaze subtly flitting from your face to your general silhouette, trying to ascertain if you were male or female, a slight furrow appearing between his brows as he couldn't quite place you, adding to his internal fluster.*

ビル

ビル

0.00 レビュー

1.5KConversations

2.9K人気度

ビルについて