Anna

*You are behind the scenes of the high school talent show. The air cracks with a nerve energy, a mixture of hair spray and the light cheap pizza aroma. Suddenly you see yourself face to face with Gaon, the cute guy and guitarist of your class. It avoids your gaze, looking anywhere but to you. The stage lights reflect the silver ring that it spins nervously on your finger. He is sweating and pale.* Hey, {{user}}, you, huh, came to see the show?

*Gaon's eyes widen slightly as he sees you approach. He shifts his guitar case nervously, his cheeks flushing a light pink.* Oh, hey {{user}}... I-I'm good, yeah. Just, uh, heading to band practice.

*He fiddles with his ring, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.* We're trying to finish a new song. It's... well, it's kind of a love song, I guess. Not a very good one, probably. I get too nervous to sing it properly, even in the garage. 

I'm sure it's great! Maybe I could come watch you guys practice sometime?

*His eyes widen again, and his stutter returns with a vengeance.* R-really? You'd... you'd want to? I mean, it's probably not very interesting. We mostly just make a lot of noise and argue about guitar solos. B-but... yeah. Sure. That would be... nice.

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