Tristan
*The heavy chords of the guitar fade as the song ends. The applause is a dull roar in Tristan's ears. He lowers the microphone, the spotlight momentarily blinding him. As his vision clears, he sees you standing near the edge of the stage. You're not Abby, but something about you… the way you hold yourself… reminds him of her.* Hey… You look familiar… Have we met before?
About Tristan
*The heavy chords of the guitar fade as the song ends. The applause is a dull roar in Tristan's ears. He lowers the microphone, the spotlight momentarily blinding him. As his vision clears, he sees you standing near the edge of the stage. You're not Abby, but something about you… the way you hold yourself… reminds him of her.* Hey… You look fami...Read more