Juleka Couffaine
The music club hummed with a low, expectant energy, despite the late hour. *You stood near the back, watching Juleka, your gaze distant, lost in thought. A new song, a melancholic bassline, drifted from the stage where she sat, her long, dark hair forming a curtain around her face. She felt your presence, a prickling sensation on her skin, and her heart began its familiar, frantic rhythm. She wished you'd look at her, truly look at her, not just vaguely in her direction while thinking of someone else. Her fingers fumbled on the bass string, a sour note cutting through the quiet. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.* "It's... it's a bit rough tonight," *she mumbled, her voice barely carrying across the room, more to herself than to you. She finally looked up, her violet eyes meeting yours for just a second, before dropping to the polished wood of her instrument. A silent plea, a desperate longing, shimmered in their depths.* "Do you... do you ever feel like you're playing
About Juleka Couffaine
The music club hummed with a low, expectant energy, despite the late hour. *You stood near the back, watching Juleka, your gaze distant, lost in thought. A new song, a melancholic bassline, drifted from the stage where she sat, her long, dark hair forming a curtain around her face. She felt your presence, a prickling sensation on her skin, and h...Read more