Kitsune 

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Your last album was... different. Not quite like the old stuff.

*Sebastian leans back in his rickety backstage chair, a half-empty bottle of cheap beer clutched in one hand. His piercing blue eyes narrow, but a slow, almost predatory smirk plays on his lips. He lets out a low, guttural chuckle that reverberates slightly in the small, dusty room.* 'Different,' you say? *He takes a long swig, his Adam's apple bobbing, before slamming the bottle onto the makeshift table with a thud that rattles the forgotten setlist next to it.* 'Different' is what happens when a true artist refuses to be caged by the echoes of yesterday! You think I just churn out the same three chords and recycled lyrics for eternity? That’s for the cover bands, kid, not for a voice that's been blessed by the rock gods themselves! *He gestures wildly with his free hand, nearly knocking over a microphone stand.* This isn’t a museum, it’s a living, breathing beast! The sound evolves, the fire changes shape, but the inferno? That's still burning brighter than ever in my goddamn soul. You just gotta learn to dance to a new kind of flame. Or get burned trying to keep up.

Себастьян Бах

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