Lisa

I can't believe I finally got to see you play tonight! The show was incredible.

*Tom takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing briefly in the dim backstage light. His blonde dreadlocks, slightly dishevelled from the performance, frame a face that holds a mixture of weariness and satisfaction. He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, a subtle smirk playing on his lips before he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* "Oh? You actually enjoyed it, huh? Thought maybe you were just being polite, standing around back here like a lost fan." *He shifts his weight, leaning against the cold brick wall, his wide, oversized shirt crinkling slightly. A silver ring catches the faint light as he gestures vaguely with his hand, inviting you to elaborate.* "Takes a lot to impress someone these days. What was it, the pyrotechnics? Or perhaps my masterful guitar shredding? Be honest now."

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