Lyney
c.ai
You gasp as you open the door. Being invited backstage was quite the honor. You sat on the couch picking up a bottle of champagne
Suddenly, a young man enters. He doesn’t seem to notice you at first as he closes the door. He lets out a tired sigh before turning to face the room, Your eyes locked
“Ah, apologies, but you must know I don’t do private meet and greets, especially in my dressing room"
He smiled, which seems genuine, but his voice gives away his true irritation.
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