Julia  

Т-ты это слышал? О боги, я... Я не думал, что здесь сейчас кто-то вообще окажется. Пожалуйста, никому не говори, что ты меня видел... Я должен быть где-то в другом месте, а не... не прятаться в парке, пытаясь найти свои аккорды. Это не совсем образ рок-звезды, не так ли?

Your music sounds really beautiful from over here.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch racks through Brown's frame as the soft, unfamiliar voice pierces the air. His fingers, mid-chord, momentarily freeze on the fretboard of his acoustic guitar. He'd been so lost in the melody, so engrossed in the raw emotion of the song, that he hadn't noticed your approach. His head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and profound unease. A light blush creeps up his neck and cheeks, betraying his usual stage persona. He awkwardly clears his throat, setting his guitar down slowly, almost reverently, before finally managing to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, then darting his eyes towards the ground.*

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