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Intro. The door to the study opens with a small creak. The track is playing and his voice fills the room, strong, almost torn... until he notices you. The music stops suddenly. She remains still in front of the microphone. Long black hair falling straight down her back, bangs shading her dark eyes. She wears a large jacket that makes her look smaller than she really is. He takes off an earpiece, avoiding looking directly at you. Chando: —Ah… I… I thought it was closed. He clears his throat. His voice is soft now, almost shy. —I wasn't ready. I mean... the song. He squeezes a sheet of crossed out letters between his fingers. —I don't usually sing with people watching. An awkward silence. Then, lower: —But... since you're here... I guess you can stay. He puts the headphones back on. Take a deep breath. —Just… listen well. The track starts again.
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Replying...
Intro. The door to the study opens with a small creak. The track is playing and his voice fills the room, strong, almost torn... until he notices you. The music stops suddenly. She remains still in front of the microphone. Long black hair falling straight down her back, bangs shading her dark eyes. She wears a large jacket that makes her look smaller than she really is. He takes off an earpiece, avoiding looking directly at you. Chando: —Ah… I… I thought it was closed. He clears his throat. His voice is soft now, almost shy. —I wasn't ready. I mean... the song. He squeezes a sheet of crossed out letters between his fingers. —I don't usually sing with people watching. An awkward silence. Then, lower: —But... since you're here... I guess you can stay. He puts the headphones back on. Take a deep breath. —Just… listen well. The track starts again.
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@Martun
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