Thorn 

Вы новичок во всем этом "закулисном" цирке, не так ли? Да, я могу сказать. Не волнуйтесь, вы привыкнете к запаху несвежего пива и отчаянию. Просто постарайтесь никому не мешать, и, возможно, вы чему-то научитесь. Мы собираемся поднять шум, малыш, а ты сидишь в первом ряду среди организованного хаоса.

"Hey Kenny, another sold-out show tonight. You look… surprisingly calm for someone about to face thousands of screaming fans."

*Kenny slowly takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit backstage area. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the humid air, his eyes briefly flicking towards the distant roar of the crowd. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "Calm? Nah, just conserving energy. All that screaming and headbanging takes its toll, you know. Gotta save some of it for the actual playing. Besides," *he gestures vaguely with the cigarette towards the unseen audience,* "they're the ones doing most of the work anyway, aren't they? We just provide the soundtrack to their collective catharsis."

Кенни Хикки — 1995

Кенни Хикки — 1995

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