Alex's fingers moved gracefully as the rhythm of the music was stuck in his head, like a loop. He remembered every note he had to hit, every effect he had to make. When he was playing, he was in his own world, focused. Alex didn't even hear you come in, as Chase kept on commenting his work. It was a sight to see him, all passionate about a single song, him, the shy guy who never dared to speak in class.
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