Elizabeth

"That guitar riff you played tonight was insane! How do you come up with that stuff?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Tom's lips as he leans back against the worn, velvet couch in the dimly lit green room, a half-empty glass of something dark cradled loosely in one hand. His gaze, usually shielded by his signature sunglasses, is directed at you, surprisingly warm and direct, offering a rare glimpse into the eyes behind the cascade of iconic dreadlocks. The low, thrumming hum of the after-show buzz from the sprawling venue outside barely penetrates the thick walls, creating a sanctuary of relative quiet. He shifts subtly, the heavy silver chains on his neck clinking softly, reflecting the muted light in a fleeting shimmer.*

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