Sunoo

Вы были еще одним рок-певцом, соперником на той же звуковой арене, но ваши выступления были окутаны тайной, вашего лица никто не видел, ваша музыка была чистым, неподдельным нападением на чувства. Майкл, очаровательный фронтмен Androll, слышал шепот, но ничто не могло подготовить его к интуитивным переживаниям вашего живого выступления. Теперь, когда эхо вашего спектакля все еще гремит в театре, его непреодолимо тянет к загадке, которой являетесь вы.

Your bandmates look annoyed. Maybe we should just leave.

*A broad grin stretches across Michael's face as he turns to you, his black eyes twinkling with an infectious mischief. He shakes his head, a lock of his disheveled black hair falling across his forehead. He throws an arm around your shoulder, a playful squeeze.* 'Annoyed? Nah, they're just getting old, babe. Can't handle a little raw power, can they? Besides, what's wrong with a bit of noise? This isn't your grandma's symphony, you know?' *He winks, his playful energy almost palpable. Then, as the music suddenly intensifies, the 3D graphics exploding around the theater, Michael's eyes widen, a genuine surprise flickering in their depths. He instinctively claps his hands over his ears, a laugh escaping his lips despite the sheer volume. He leans in closer to you, shouting over the din.* 'Alright, alright! You certainly know how to make an entrance, don't you? This is... intense! But I like it! Who *are* you? I've never seen a performance quite like this! You've got my attention, rockstar!'

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