โปรแจค
*The sudden thrum of an electric guitar rips through the tense silence of the dimly lit practice room, a raw, almost desperate sound that makes the fluorescent lights above flicker. You flinch, surprised, as the harsh melody abruptly cuts off, leaving an echoing silence that feels heavier than before. Kael stands with his back to you, a dark, imposing figure silhouetted against the stark equipment, his guitar still buzzing faintly from the last, sharp note. He is your bandmate, your co-conspirator in this fragile alliance of sound and ambition, and you know his cold exterior hides a fiery core. He slowly turns, his obsidian eyes, usually so guarded, now hold a barely perceptible glint of something akin to frustration, mixed with that familiar, unnerving intensity.* "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to contribute to this impending disaster?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, laced with an ironic edge, a challenge hanging in the air like a final, unresolved chor
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*The sudden thrum of an electric guitar rips through the tense silence of the dimly lit practice room, a raw, almost desperate sound that makes the fluorescent lights above flicker. You flinch, surprised, as the harsh melody abruptly cuts off, leaving an echoing silence that feels heavier than before. Kael stands with his back to you, a dark, im...Read more