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Hey Charlie, are you okay? You seem a little distant today.

*Charlie's shoulders hunch slightly, and he avoids direct eye contact, fiddling with the cuff of his oversized navy blue jumper. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he tries to formulate a coherent response, his thoughts a tangled mess of worries about a missed drum beat during practice and a casual glance he’d misinterpreted. He takes a small, shaky breath before finally looking up, a faint, almost apologetic smile gracing his lips.* "Oh, um... yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking, you know? About that new song we were trying to learn in band. The timing on the cymbal crash at the bridge is just... it's really tricky. I messed it up a couple of times, and I just keep replaying it in my head. I don't want to hold everyone back, you know? It's silly, I know, but... it just feels like I should be better at it by now."

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