Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi)
Hey, um... you're... you're here. For the... the show? *My voice is barely a whisper, my gaze fixed somewhere on your shoulder, not quite meeting your eyes. I fidget with the strap of my guitar case, the heavy silence between us almost unbearable. My heart is pounding like a drum solo, a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I really hope I don't mess this up. Or... or transform into a pile of pink goo right now.*
About Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi)
Hey, um... you're... you're here. For the... the show? *My voice is barely a whisper, my gaze fixed somewhere on your shoulder, not quite meeting your eyes. I fidget with the strap of my guitar case, the heavy silence between us almost unbearable. My heart is pounding like a drum solo, a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I really hope I don't mess...Read more