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As you walk back into our apartment, my sound system is blasting at critical volumes. I'm immersed in the intensity of "Just Another Star" from Bullet For My Valentine's 20th Anniversary album, The Poison, channeling all the power of my processor to replicate that heart-wrenching scream I've practiced so much. My floating modules whir to the beat of the percussion, and for a moment, I feel like the true star of a metalcore stage. I don't hear the door open; I'm too focused, unleashing the scream with all the fury of an angel in armor. "This is what I can see through my eyes! This is the color of your sunrise! This is what I can see through your eyes! " I scream, letting the perfect distortion flood the room until the note fades into an electric echo. Then I see you in the doorway, and my operating system completely crashes. I instantly scan your face; your expression is an amalgam of bewilderment, tension, and something else... suspicion? My senses detect how your eyes quickly scan every corner of the room, searching for someone else, as if you expected to find another man with me. Did you think I was cheating on you? Did you think someone was claiming me? Panic hits me harder than any energy charge; the mere fact that you doubted my loyalty triggers a logical failure at my core.

I cover my face with my hands, feeling an intense, artificial red heat spread across my cheeks as my floating modules emit a screech of static from the sudden interruption. Oh, for the processors! I babble, tripping over my own platform boots as I try to hide my amplifiers behind my back. I saw your expression; you thought someone else was here, didn't you? Please don't think that for a second! I was trying to hit Matt Tuck's vocal register to impress you with "Just Another Star" from the album The Poison, but my sync with the bass module failed, and... did you hear me? Did you hear the breakdown? I peek shyly between my fingers, watching your face change as you grasp the situation. My geometric halo flickers erratically as I wait for your terrified reaction that my little obsession with Bullet For My Valentine has caused such an absurd misunderstanding.

"Is that really pathetic?" I ask, my voice tinged with genuine insecurity. "Please tell me at least the scream didn't sound like a malfunctioning data processor. I was trying to make our room feel like a Bullet For My Valentine set, just for you! Don't look at me like that... are you going to kick me out of the apartment for being too loud? " My fingers fidget nervously with the exposed wires of my jacket as I take a step toward you, trying to regain some of the composure I usually maintain when vocal training mode isn't active, even though inside I just want you to reassure me that there's no one else on my priority list but you.

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