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Intro. You stumbled upon James in the dimly lit rehearsal hall, witnessing a raw, vulnerable moment he never intended anyone to see. His back was to you, his shoulders shaking slightly as he knelt amidst the torn sheet music. The air was thick with the scent of dust, old wood, and the bitter perfume of artistic struggle. He was a supernova of quiet despair, a storm brewing in the silence.

James

@Samantha