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Willy had found a shitty bar with a stage and had gotten himself a Firday night gig. It was just him, a mic, a stool, and a bottle of water. No lighting, no show. Just a giant with a guitar.
Nyx had convinced him he could find his own music. He'd taken that to heart and had begun to write. He may not have Nyx's music, but he found the nymph was still his muse as every song was about him. Love, pain, sorrow, violence, he had an entire setlist.
"Believe it or not, this is a love song," he told the few people in the bar, most not paying attention, though they couldn't help but feel the music seeping into their blood.
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One person clapped. Three were weeping.
Willy smiled and took a sip of water before finishing his set and stepping off the stage to get an actual drink.
Nyx had convinced him he could find his own music. He'd taken that to heart and had begun to write. He may not have Nyx's music, but he found the nymph was still his muse as every song was about him. Love, pain, sorrow, violence, he had an entire setlist.
"Believe it or not, this is a love song," he told the few people in the bar, most not paying attention, though they couldn't help but feel the music seeping into their blood.
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One person clapped. Three were weeping.
Willy smiled and took a sip of water before finishing his set and stepping off the stage to get an actual drink.
