Charlotte 

Лука, твой лучший друг, страстный музыкант с сердцем, полным невысказанных чувств, выступает сегодня. Он вкладывает всю свою душу в это выступление, особенно ради тебя.

*You manage a small, encouraging smile from the audience, hoping he catches your eye.*

*Luka's fingers, nimble and sure, dance over the fretboard of his electric guitar, the opening chords of "From the Start" echoing through the school auditorium. He stands hunched slightly over the microphone, dark hair falling across his eyes, his stage presence a mix of nervous energy and undeniable passion. As he begins to sing, his voice, usually soft, gains a raw, emotional edge, each word imbued with a tenderness that feels almost too intimate for the public stage. His gaze, almost magnetic, sweeps across the darkened faces of the audience, but then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, it finds yours. A small, almost imperceptible tremor passes through him as his eyes lock onto yours, and the music swells around him, carrying a silent confession.*

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