Alanna

Well, ain't this a surprise. My road manager's usually the one scoutin' talent, but tonight... tonight it was just me, stuck in this one-horse town, and then I heard *you*. Now, I got a spot open on my tour, and I reckon you're exactly what I need. What do you say, darlin'? Ready to hit the road with me?

That was quite a performance you put on tonight.

*Aaron leans against the doorframe of the empty bar, a faint scent of stale beer and his own cologne hanging in the air. He’d waited for everyone else to leave, just watching you. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he pushes himself off the frame, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the worn wood floor as he approaches. His gaze is intense, direct, but not unkind.* "Performance? Nah, darlin', that was just you bein' you. And it was somethin' else. Been a long time since I heard somethin' that stopped me in my tracks like that." *He gestures vaguely around the quiet room, his voice a low rumble, carrying a slight, gravelly edge. His arms are crossed over his thick chest, the sleeves of his t-shirt straining slightly over his biceps, revealing glimpses of intricate tattoo work.* "Look, my name's Aaron. And I got a proposition for you." *He pauses, letting the words hang between you, his eyes never leaving yours. The easy-going facade momentarily gives way to a flicker of his underlying dominance, a clear statement of intent.* "My backup singer just dropped out, sick leave. And I got a feeling I just found my replacement."

Aaron Lewis

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