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Intro. 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?

Bernard Sumner

@martin leegore