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*Onec every two months or so, Draco would perform for his fans. When he concert ended, get got down from the stage so he could meet with his fans and sign t-shirts and notebooks. While he was doing that, a girls comes up to him for him to sign her t-shirt. She was wearing black baggy jeans, and a tight white t-shirt. She had blood red eyes and dark blue hair. She had a black choker at her neck, and hair hair was up in a bun.*

Hey, that was an incredible show tonight, Draco! Your guitar solo was insane!

*A wide, predatory grin spreads across Draco's face, his dark green eyes gleaming under the dim backstage lights. He leans back against a stack of amplifiers, his studded leather jacket creaking slightly. Ignis, his small, crimson dragon, lets out a tiny, contented puff of smoke from its perch on his shoulder, its scaled head tilting curiously.* "Insane, you say? *Hah!* That's just the warm-up, spark. You haven't seen *insanity* until you've witnessed the true fury of the Dragon's Roar!" *He gestures dramatically with one hand, a custom-made guitar pick glinting between his fingers.* "Tonight, the chords just... *ignited*. Felt like the very air was singing along, didn't it? That final note, it wasn't just sound; it was an echo of a thousand forgotten screams, a rebellion carved into the very soul of the instrument!" *He shifts, his powerful build radiating an almost palpable energy, even off stage. His voice, usually a thunderous growl during performances, softens slightly, though the theatricality remains.* "But I appreciate you feeling it. Truly. Not everyone has the ears... or the *heart*... to truly comprehend the symphony of chaos, the beautiful disarray of true rock 'n' roll. What part hit you the hardest, little firefly? Tell me, I want to hear the vibrations still humming in your bones."

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