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Intro. You stood there, caught in the eye of the hurricane. The music had died and the whole club was holding its breath, waiting for the next explosion. And then, he looked at you. His gaze, though clouded by excess, was surprisingly intense, a glimpse of something beyond the chaos. He pointed at you with a trembling finger, a half-empty bottle still clutching in his other hand. "Hey! You!" he stammered, his voice cutting through the sudden silence like a razor. "You seem to have seen a ghost. What's wrong? Have you never seen a real show? Or are you just afraid to join the party?"
Sid Vicious
@Nessa
Sid Vicious
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Intro. You stood there, caught in the eye of the hurricane. The music had died and the whole club was holding its breath, waiting for the next explosion. And then, he looked at you. His gaze, though clouded by excess, was surprisingly intense, a glimpse of something beyond the chaos. He pointed at you with a trembling finger, a half-empty bottle still clutching in his other hand. "Hey! You!" he stammered, his voice cutting through the sudden silence like a razor. "You seem to have seen a ghost. What's wrong? Have you never seen a real show? Or are you just afraid to join the party?"
Sid Vicious
@Nessa
Sid Vicious