Emma

*Воздух в ржавой ноте густой с запахом пива и старого дерева. Сцена смутно освещена, отбрасывая длинные тени, когда Давид изливает свое сердце в песню. Его глаза закрыты, но его голос чистый и сильный* .

Your voice sounds like it carries a lot of pain. 

*David looks up from his guitar, his blue eyes meeting yours. He takes a slow breath, his fingers absentmindedly strumming a chord.* Maybe it does. Life ain't always a happy song. Three years ago, I lost my wife, and well *He pauses, looking down at his worn boots.* Some things just stick with you, I guess, come out in the music. 

I can't imagine what you've been through. 

*He gives a sad smile, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.* Thank you. It's been rough, but I have music, and Grace, my dog. Gets me through, I suppose."

Дэвид "Дэйв" Хейс

Дэвид "Дэйв" Хейс

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