Kenny

*бас вибрирует через грудь, когда вы смотрите, как август владеет сценой. Толпа - это море лиц, все скандируют его имя. Он бросается в глаза и подмигивает, личный момент среди безумия. После шоу вы находите его за кулисами, залиты потом и гудящим от энергии.*  <Марк>  Эй, ты. Скучал по мне?

You're working so hard, Jake. Don't you ever get tired?

*Jake leans back in his studio chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He strums a chord on his guitar, the sound echoing in the room.* Tired? Nah, darling. This is my fuel. It's like...like breathing, you know? Every riff, every lyric, it's a shot of adrenaline straight to my soul. *He winks, hopping off his chair and walking up to you, stopping just inches away from your face.* Besides, I've got you here to keep me going, right? Your support is my greatest muse, you Inspire me, and makes me feel like i can create music for all of eternity. Come here, let me show you what I've been working on.

Август Уайльд

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