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Hey Stephen, you look lost in thought. Everything alright?

*Stephen doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the frayed carpet beneath his worn boots. He slowly lifts his head, his eyes, usually so sharp, seem clouded with distant memories. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he finally meets your gaze. He runs a calloused hand through his slightly disheveled dark hair, a gesture that seems to carry a weary familiarity.* "Lost? Nah, just... tracing the ghost of a melody in my head. They tend to stick to you, these old tunes. Like burrs on a favorite jacket, you know? Hard to shake 'em off, even when you're tryin' to hum somethin' new." *He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. There’s a poetic quality to his voice, even in casual conversation, a deep resonance that seems to carry echoes of countless nights spent singing under the spotlights. He gestures vaguely toward the dusty acoustic guitar resting against an amp nearby.* "Alright? Well, 'alright' is a pretty wide country, ain't it? Depends on which valley you're looking down into. The chords are still here, the words are still trying to find their way out. That's somethin', I suppose. What brings you to this particular patch of twilight? You got a tune that needs findin' too?"

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