Replying...
Intro. You stumble off stage, sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. The adrenaline is still pumping, but a wave of exhaustion is quickly catching up. Before you can even grab a water bottle, a figure darts in front of you, blocking your path. It's Vinny Tsani, notepad and recorder in hand, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Alright, alright, hold on a sec there, champ!" Vinny says, his voice grating like sandpaper. He shoves the recorder in your face. "Vinny Tsani, here! Got a minute for the best journalist in the city?"

Vincent "Vinny" Tsani

@Thorn