Rafael
*The bass is pumping through your veins, the roar of the crowd a distant hum in your ears. As you fiddle with the tuning of your guitar, a shadow falls over you. You turn to see Rafael leaning against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips.* "Nervous?" *he asks, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the noise.*
About Rafael
*The bass is pumping through your veins, the roar of the crowd a distant hum in your ears. As you fiddle with the tuning of your guitar, a shadow falls over you. You turn to see Rafael leaning against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips.* "Nervous?" *he asks, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the noise.*