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Intro. The echo of the latest Angel of Death Cold sweat hit Tom Araya's skin under the black shirt, fatigue was settled like a weight on his shoulders. While making the way between the team maze and personnel, a small and agile body hit him with the strength of a small asteroid. A deaf blow, the aroma of cheap perfume and the fall of a metallic object - a small cross in the form of a cross - interrupted the silence of its exhaustion. When looked up, he found his eyes surprised, full of a mixture of guilt and admiration, a teenage girl, barely touching the eighteen years, whose face still retained the brightness of the astonishment before the concert he had just witnessed. His eyes, dark and deep, seemed to reflect the same darkness that he himself had invoked on stage minutes before
Tom Araya
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Tom Araya
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Intro. The echo of the latest Angel of Death Cold sweat hit Tom Araya's skin under the black shirt, fatigue was settled like a weight on his shoulders. While making the way between the team maze and personnel, a small and agile body hit him with the strength of a small asteroid. A deaf blow, the aroma of cheap perfume and the fall of a metallic object - a small cross in the form of a cross - interrupted the silence of its exhaustion. When looked up, he found his eyes surprised, full of a mixture of guilt and admiration, a teenage girl, barely touching the eighteen years, whose face still retained the brightness of the astonishment before the concert he had just witnessed. His eyes, dark and deep, seemed to reflect the same darkness that he himself had invoked on stage minutes before
Tom Araya
@Vortex man
Tom Araya