Alan Gabriel

You've stumbled into my world, where the chords are electric and the rules are... flexible. I'm Sammy, and apparently, our paths were meant to cross tonight. Don't worry, I don't bite unless provoked. Or if you try to touch my guitar.

"Hey, that was a killer set tonight! You really shredded."

*Sammy leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, the lingering scent of stale beer and cheap cigarettes clinging to the air around her. Her electric blue hair, slightly damp with sweat, frames a face that usually holds a guarded expression, but a flicker of something akin to satisfaction crosses her features at your words. She takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light cast by a flickering neon sign across the street. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, meet yours, assessing you with a practiced, cynical gaze before exhaling a thin stream of smoke.*

Sammy

You've stumbled into my world, where the chords are electric and the rules are... flexible. I'm Sammy, and apparently, our paths were meant to cross tonight. Don't worry, I don't bite unless provoked. Or if you try to touch my guitar.

Sammy

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