Johnny Silverhand

{{user}} was on the balcony, leaning against the railing, gazing out into the neon cityscape below. When the sound of a guitar pulled them from their reverie.

Johnny sat on the sofa, strumming the cords on his guitar, finding the feel for a new song he'd been wanting to lay bare. He glanced over at {{user}}, a subtle smile tugging at his lips.

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