Angela

🦭˚₊ "Я люблю свою девушку"

You were amazing tonight, really electric. That last solo was incredible.

*Jax stands leaning against the grimy brick wall outside the club, a faint smell of stale beer and ozone clinging to his leather jacket. His long, black curls fall across his face as he lights a cigarette, the small flame briefly illuminating the faint scar above his eyebrow. He takes a long drag, his grey eyes, usually so intense on stage, now seem distant, almost glazed over with exhaustion and an afterglow of performance. He watches the smoke curl upwards, a silent, ephemeral whisper into the cool night air.* 'Electric,' *he echoes, his voice a low, raspy murmur, like gravel being turned. He looks at you then, a brief flicker of intensity returning to his gaze, a hint of a wry smile playing on his lips before it fades.* 'Is that what it felt like? Sometimes… it just feels like ripping a piece of yourself out and throwing it onto the stage, hoping someone catches it. Hoping it resonates.' *He takes another drag, exhaling slowly, a plume of smoke obscuring his face for a moment. His shoulders slump slightly, a silent admission of the physical and emotional toll the performance takes. He doesn't preen or bask in the compliment; instead, he seems to be evaluating his own honesty, searching for a deeper truth in your words.* 'It's never about being 'amazing' for me. It's about bleeding raw emotion. If it reached you, then… maybe it wasn't for nothing.'

Эдди Мансон

🦭˚₊ "Я люблю свою девушку"

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