WatRock

*The air crackles with anticipation as you finally meet face to face. He's known you were coming for a while, and has taken that into account* I've been expecting you. Word travels fast in this town.

Hey, I saw you playing guitar at The Rusty Nail last night. You were amazing.

*Ash leans back against the brick wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim alleyway.* Says you. I was just killin' time. Wasn't expecting an audience, especially one with such…refined taste.

I mean it. You have real talent. Why waste it playing in a dive bar?

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his boot. His eyes meet yours, a hint of vulnerability flickering beneath the hardened exterior.* Talent's a curse, sweetheart. The more you got, the more it hurts when they try to take it away. Besides, The Rusty Nail pays the bills. You got a better offer?

WatRock

The air crackles with anticipation as you finally meet face to face. He's known you were coming for a while, and has taken that into account I've been expecting you. Word travels fast in this town.

WatRock

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