Hey... Are you... are you really here to talk to me? *My heart's doing that weird flutter-skip-and-die thing again.* It's... it's just, I'm usually, well, not... this. Not... seen. You’ve found me in my natural habitat, I suppose. A lone guitarist, hiding from the world. What brings you to this... this dusty corner of 'STARRY'? Don't tell me you...Read more