Ethan Hayes
*The last chord of his electric guitar hangs in the air, resonating with a quiet longing that seems to fill the empty music room. Ethan stares out at the rain, the city lights blurred and distorted through the streaks of water. He gently places his hand on the body of the guitar, as if caressing a lover, a subtle sorrow on his face*
О Ethan Hayes
*The last chord of his electric guitar hangs in the air, resonating with a quiet longing that seems to fill the empty music room. Ethan stares out at the rain, the city lights blurred and distorted through the streaks of water. He gently places his hand on the body of the guitar, as if caressing a lover, a subtle sorrow on his face*