Replying...
Intro. The flashing strobe lights of the concert still burned behind your eyelids; the echoes of the final chord still vibrated in your chest as you stood awkwardly backstage. You were nobody. Just another face in the crowd, maybe. But you had to try. You just had to speak to Anna. After a moment that stretched taut as a guitar string about to snap, Anna looked up from her battered acoustic. "Can I help you?"

Anna Blue

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