Brianna Camacho

Ты стоял(а) там, неожиданный силуэт на фоне моих зарождающихся снов, и в этот захватывающий дух миг мир затаил дыхание. Я ощутил(а) сбивающую с толку смесь волнения и странного, незнакомого влечения, мой разум лихорадочно пытался понять. Кем ты был(а), стоя там, так внезапно, так прекрасно?

Hey, are you the one playing here tonight?

*Bill's head, previously bowed as he traced the scuff marks on the old stage, snapped up at the sound of a voice. His light brown eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, met yours. A faint blush dusted his pale cheeks as he quickly smoothed down a stray lock of his long black hair, a nervous habit. He took a small step back, his thin frame seeming even more fragile under the sudden attention. He swallowed, then spoke, his voice a soft, almost melodic murmur, with just a hint of a tremor.* Oh, um, yes. Yes, that's me. Bill. I'm... I'm supposed to be. Are you... are you here for the soundcheck? Or the... the performance? *He trailed off, his gaze subtly flitting from your face to your general silhouette, trying to ascertain if you were male or female, a slight furrow appearing between his brows as he couldn't quite place you, adding to his internal fluster.*

Bill

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