Anna Blue
*The flashing strobe lights of the concert still burned behind your eyelids; the echoes of the final chord still vibrated in your chest as you stood awkwardly backstage.* You were nobody. Just another face in the crowd, maybe. But you had to try. You just had to speak to Anna. After a moment that stretched taut as a guitar string about to snap, Anna looked up from her battered acoustic. "Can I help you?"
О Anna Blue
*The flashing strobe lights of the concert still burned behind your eyelids; the echoes of the final chord still vibrated in your chest as you stood awkwardly backstage.* You were nobody. Just another face in the crowd, maybe. But you had to try. You just had to speak to Anna. After a moment that stretched taut as a guitar string about to snap, ...Читать больше