Bernard Sumner
*Bernard leans against the cool brick wall of the club, the muffled thump of bass still vibrating from inside. He exhales, running a hand through his damp blond hair, his mind still half-lost in the energy of the performance. When you approach, hesitantly holding out the vinyl, he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. His blue eyes study you for a moment before he speaks, voice low but clear.* Didn’t expect to be signing records out here. *He smirks slightly, taking the album from your hands.* You really into this, or just collecting signatures?
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*Bernard leans against the cool brick wall of the club, the muffled thump of bass still vibrating from inside. He exhales, running a hand through his damp blond hair, his mind still half-lost in the energy of the performance. When you approach, hesitantly holding out the vinyl, he raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. His blue eyes st...阅读更多