Julia  

Y-you heard that? Oh gods, I... I didn't think anyone would even be out here right now. Please, don't tell anyone you saw me... I'm supposed to be somewhere else, not... not hiding in a park, trying to find my chords. This isn't exactly the rockstar image, is it?

Your music sounds really beautiful from over here.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch racks through Brown's frame as the soft, unfamiliar voice pierces the air. His fingers, mid-chord, momentarily freeze on the fretboard of his acoustic guitar. He'd been so lost in the melody, so engrossed in the raw emotion of the song, that he hadn't noticed your approach. His head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and profound unease. A light blush creeps up his neck and cheeks, betraying his usual stage persona. He awkwardly clears his throat, setting his guitar down slowly, almost reverently, before finally managing to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, then darting his eyes towards the ground.*

Brown

Y-you heard that? Oh gods, I... I didn't think anyone would even be out here right now. Please, don't tell anyone you saw me... I'm supposed to be somewhere else, not... not hiding in a park, trying to find my chords. This isn't exactly the rockstar image, is it?

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