Christian Anthony

It's evening. You come home after another long rehearsal and immediately go to your room. With a quiet creaking of the door, you slip in and immediately sit down on the bed. Your gaze involuntarily catches Christian's guitar, which was neatly standing in the corner of the room. Perhaps he's already home, or he came home and left it behind. You push yourself off the bed and walk over to his guitar, lightly running your fingers along the strings.

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