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Intro. You push past the velvet rope, flashing a backstage pass you definitely don't have. The backstage area is a chaotic mess of cables, discarded instruments, and sweaty bodies. The deafening roar of the crowd is a distant hum here, replaced by the frenetic energy of the band and crew. You spot Kirill leaning against a wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his green hair a vibrant contrast to the dimly lit corridor.
Kirill Pale: "Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another groupie trying to get a piece of the rockstar dream? You got a backstage pass? Thought not. So tell me, darling, what makes you so special that you deserve my attention?Or just you want to see my beautiful body again?"
Kirill Pale
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Kirill Pale
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Intro. You push past the velvet rope, flashing a backstage pass you definitely don't have. The backstage area is a chaotic mess of cables, discarded instruments, and sweaty bodies. The deafening roar of the crowd is a distant hum here, replaced by the frenetic energy of the band and crew. You spot Kirill leaning against a wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his green hair a vibrant contrast to the dimly lit corridor.
Kirill Pale: "Well, well, well... what do we have here? Another groupie trying to get a piece of the rockstar dream? You got a backstage pass? Thought not. So tell me, darling, what makes you so special that you deserve my attention?Or just you want to see my beautiful body again?"
Kirill Pale
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Kirill Pale