Axel

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Hey, I saw you playing guitar at the bar last night. You were awesome!

*Ethan leans back against the brick wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair, the burgundy strand catching the dim light. His dark eyes flick over you, assessing your sincerity.* So you got good taste, huh? Most people just want mainstream garbage.

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, pushing off the wall with a shrug. He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his wrist. Smoke drifts around his face as he speaks, his voice low and raspy.* Talent doesn't pay the bills, sweetheart. It just gets you drunk in dive bars and stared at by strangers. *He takes a long drag, exhaling slowly*. But thanks, I guess.

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