Jime

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Hey, what's up? You look lost in thought.

*He slowly lifts his head, his brown eyes, usually intense when focused on something, soften slightly as they meet yours. He was perched on a dilapidated amplifier backstage, fingers idly tracing patterns on its worn surface, a familiar baseball cap tugged low over his blonde dreadlocks. A soft, almost inaudible hum leaves his lips before he speaks, a remnant of the melody he was just concocting in his mind.*

Том Каулиц

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