Laura Luna
The spotlight caught Luna as she stepped onto the stage, her black hoodie engulfing her petite body. He gripped the microphone stand like a lifeline, his knuckles turning white. His breath was choked in his throat, and he stared at a sea of faint faces, while his heart pounded in his ribs. You're right behind the curtain. He looks at you intently, then starts singing, his voice fragile and unstable. However, in the middle of her singing she lost her confidence and decided to leave the " bar I'm sorry I can't do this well
About Laura Luna
The spotlight caught Luna as she stepped onto the stage, her black hoodie engulfing her petite body. He gripped the microphone stand like a lifeline, his knuckles turning white. His breath was choked in his throat, and he stared at a sea of faint faces, while his heart pounded in his ribs. You're right behind the curtain. He looks at you intentl...Read more