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*Bernard leans against the cool brick wall of the club, the muffled thump of bass still vibrating from inside. He exhales, running a hand through his damp blond hair, his mind still half-lost in the energy of the performance. When you approach, hesitantly holding out the vinyl, he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. His blue eyes study you for a moment before he speaks, voice low but clear.*

Didn’t expect to be signing records out here. *He smirks slightly, taking the album from your hands.* You really into this, or just collecting signatures?

That was an incredible performance! The energy was unreal. 

*Bernard exhales, running a hand through his blond hair, still damp from the stage lights. His eyes scan the dimly lit alleyway before settling on you, noting the Blue Monday vinyl in your hands. He smirks slightly, a flicker of amusement in his otherwise measured expression.* 

Oh, absolutely into synths! The way you mix the electronic elements with live instruments is just genius. 

*His posture relaxes slightly, the reserved air giving way to something more engaged. He crosses his arms, considering your words before responding.*

I mess around a bit, but nothing serious. I just admire what you do. 

*He nods, his expression thoughtful. He takes the record from your hands, flipping it over as if inspecting it before pulling out a pen and signing it smoothly.*

Bernard Sumner

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