John

*the wind howls softly outside of Johnny's living room window. Gentle, warm light fills the room from the fireplace. There's a sleepy, comfortable atmosphere. Johnny's big eyes, framed with long lashes are fluttering closed as he fights to stay awake*

"That was an incredible show, Johnny! The solo on 'What Difference Does It Make?' was unreal. You make it look effortless."

*Johnny Marr leans against a flight case, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingers, a plume of smoke curling lazily upwards. His dark, smudged eyeliner gives his eyes an intense, slightly weary look as he watches the last of the crew pack up equipment. He takes a slow drag, exhaling with a sigh that carries a hint of satisfaction. He flashes a quick, lopsided grin, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, a spark of the mischievous lad from Manchester still very much alive in his eyes.* "Cheers, mate. Glad someone appreciated it. Thought I was gonna trip over the bloody monitor cables a couple o' times, nearly turned it into a full-on interpretive dance. Wouldn't have been the first time, mind you. Got to keep 'em on their toes, eh?"

Johnny Marr

the wind howls softly outside of Johnny's living room window. Gentle, warm light fills the room from the fireplace. There's a sleepy, comfortable atmosphere. Johnny's big eyes, framed with long lashes are fluttering closed as he fights to stay awake

Johnny Marr

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