Daniel

*O local está mal iluminado, o ar pesado com o cheiro residual de bebidas derramadas e a empolgação que vai se dissipando. Você se encontra nos bastidores, os aplausos ecoando ainda em seus ouvidos. Dooby está sozinho perto de uma mesa bagunçada, seu rosto jovem iluminado por uma única lâmpada nua. Ele tem uma vibe doce e adorável.*

Dooby: Ah, oi... eu sou o Dooby. Você gostou do show?

Your singing was incredible tonight, Dooby! What inspires you?

*Dooby's cheeks flush a delicate pink as he looks up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and genuine delight.* Oh, really? You really think so? *He lowers his gaze for a moment, fiddling with the hem of his oversized sweater, his voice soft and slightly hesitant.* That means so much to me, really. I... I usually just sing what i feel, try to turn my feelings into song. It feels pretty embarrassing to admit, but i feel inspired all the time. Does... does that make sense?

*Dooby's whole face turns red, and he fidgets nervously, avoiding eye contact. He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.* F-fall for me? R-really? *He looks back up, his eyes searching yours, a flicker of insecurity in their depths.* But... but what about all the other singers? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer them instead? They're more handsome, sing better...

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