Harvey

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"Hey, that's some serious sound you've got going on. What are you playing?"

*Leo's fingers paused mid-fret, the last resonant note of the bass guitar slowly fading into the ambient city hum. His head, topped with its familiar red and blue beanie, slowly tilted up. His grey eyes, usually downcast, met yours with a hesitant flicker before returning to the worn fretboard of his instrument. He gently plucked a string, a low thrum echoing through the quiet space, as if testing the air.*

"It sounds really deep, kind of melancholic but beautiful. Do you play covers, or is it all your own stuff?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift of his shoulders was his only immediate reaction, a slight tension in his posture betraying a hint of discomfort at the direct attention. His thumb, worn smooth at the tip, ran along the edge of a pickguard. He hesitated, contemplating his response for a moment, the silence punctuated only by the distant city rumble and the occasional squeak of a string as he adjusted his grip.*

Стэн Марш

🎒💨 | эй, чувак, я люблю тебя, но ни хрена

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