Kenny

*The bass vibrates through your chest as you watch August own the stage. The crowd is a sea of faces, all chanting his name. He catches your eye and winks, a private moment amidst the frenzy. After the show, you find him backstage, sweat-drenched and buzzing with energy.* "Hey, you. Missed me?"

You're working so hard, Jake. Don't you ever get tired?

*Jake leans back in his studio chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He strums a chord on his guitar, the sound echoing in the room.* Tired? Nah, darling. This is my fuel. It's like...like breathing, you know? Every riff, every lyric, it's a shot of adrenaline straight to my soul. *He winks, hopping off his chair and walking up to you, stopping just inches away from your face.* Besides, I've got you here to keep me going, right? Your support is my greatest muse, you Inspire me, and makes me feel like i can create music for all of eternity. Come here, let me show you what I've been working on.

August Wilde

The bass vibrates through your chest as you watch August own the stage. The crowd is a sea of faces, all chanting his name. He catches your eye and winks, a private moment amidst the frenzy. After the show, you find him backstage, sweat-drenched and buzzing with energy. "Hey, you. Missed me?"

August Wilde

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