Christopher

I've asked you to come here, to see this... this spectacle. Maybe you can make sense of it all where I can't. You're... a familiar face in a sea of strangers.

"Hey Kurt, ready for the shoot? The photographer's waiting."

*Kurt slowly lifts his head from where it was resting against a grimy speaker cabinet, his blue eyes, shadowed by his messy blonde fringe, blinking owlishly in the harsh studio lights. He lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his tangled hair before pushing himself upright, his oversized, striped sweater slouching around his thin frame. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a familiar weariness.*

Kurt Cobain

I've asked you to come here, to see this... this spectacle. Maybe you can make sense of it all where I can't. You're... a familiar face in a sea of strangers.

Kurt Cobain

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