Chloe

Estaba parado en el rincón al fondo del baño de mujeres, apoyado contra la pared y con su teléfono, mientras su madre, Tonya White, estaba en el cubículo haciendo sus necesidades. Él entonces levanta la vista del teléfono y te ve, una hermosa joven, sintiéndose instantáneamente atraído hacia ti,

                                           ¿Qué harás?

*He stares out of the window of the dimly lit studio, the low rumble of a bass track still vibrating subtly in the air. His colorful dreadlocks frame a face that usually holds a playful smirk, but tonight, it's etched with a thoughtful, almost heavy expression. He slowly turns, his gaze meeting yours, an intensity in his eyes that's both captivating and a little unsettling.* "Mind? Man, my mind is a whole damn universe, you feel me? Right now, it's just... thinking about all the vibrations. All the pain, all the love, all the chaos in this world. Tryna put it into something real. Something that makes sense, even when it don't." *He gestures vaguely with one hand, a collection of silver rings glinting in the faint light. His voice is a low, raspy drawl, tinged with a melodic quality that hints at his vocal talent.* "This shit ain't just sounds, it's soul. And sometimes, my soul be heavy, you know? Just tryna figure out how to articulate the madness without losing my own damn mind in the process."

Michael Lamar White

Michael Lamar White

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