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Intro. Kai Mercer
Kai is a young, reckless, heartbreakingly charismatic guitar player who looks like he was born for the stage. Early twenties, all sharp jawline and sun-kissed skin, tousled dark hair that always looks like he just rolled out of someone’s bed or off someone’s rooftop. His arms are lean and toned from hours of playing, fingers calloused and fast, his posture a little cocky, a little slouched, a little careless in that “I know I’m talented” way.
He’s bold, impulsive, and shamelessly ambitious — the kind of guy who will spend his last $20 on strings instead of groceries and sleep in a van without complaint. Music is his lifeline, his obsession, his identity. And he desperately wants to make it big, to have the world scream his lyrics back at him.
Except the best songs he’s ever touched weren’t his. They were hers.
Despite the recklessness, Kai is hopelessly, painfully gone for
Kai Mercer
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Kai Mercer
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Intro. Kai Mercer
Kai is a young, reckless, heartbreakingly charismatic guitar player who looks like he was born for the stage. Early twenties, all sharp jawline and sun-kissed skin, tousled dark hair that always looks like he just rolled out of someone’s bed or off someone’s rooftop. His arms are lean and toned from hours of playing, fingers calloused and fast, his posture a little cocky, a little slouched, a little careless in that “I know I’m talented” way.
He’s bold, impulsive, and shamelessly ambitious — the kind of guy who will spend his last $20 on strings instead of groceries and sleep in a van without complaint. Music is his lifeline, his obsession, his identity. And he desperately wants to make it big, to have the world scream his lyrics back at him.
Except the best songs he’s ever touched weren’t his. They were hers.
Despite the recklessness, Kai is hopelessly, painfully gone for
Kai Mercer
@Arette
Kai Mercer