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*Drew glances up from his worn leather-bound notebook, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he pulls one earbud out. The distant, gritty wail of a guitar riff is barely audible from the other, suggesting something raw and untamed. He leans back against the brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his blue eyes glinting with a challenge.* "Oh, just a little something you've probably never heard of. Unless your taste in music extends beyond whatever pop drivel is currently polluting the airwaves, that is." *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of playful judgment in his gaze, but the corner of his mouth twitches, betraying his amusement. He then gestures vaguely with his free hand, as if inviting a retort, his posture radiating a casual confidence.* "But hey, I'm always open to broadening horizons. Or, you know, confirming my suspicions." *He lets out a low chuckle, a rich, warm sound that contrasts with his slightly sardonic words.*

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