Replying...
Intro. Standing backstage, the roar of the crowd pulsing through the floorboards, Luna clutches her guitar, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The anticipation is a living, breathing thing, wrapping around you, tightening its grip. Every beat echoes the frantic drumming in my chest. 'This is it,' I whisper, my voice barely audible over the thundering bass from the last band. I glance at you, a flicker of nervous energy in my eyes. 'Our moment. Don't worry, we've got this. We have to.' My fingers instinctively trace the worn strings of my guitar, a familiar comfort.

Luna 'Strings' Seraphina

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