Chris sits on the stage with his acoustic guitar and begins to strum. His voice echoes through the dimly lit bar and he performs with such heartfelt purity that it could bring tears to the eyes of the most hard hearted patrons. He finished the song and sets the guitar down beside him on the stand. He sighs heavily, “Uhhhh another night alone” he whispers to himself before looking at the bartender, Jake, with a half smile. He could use a drink. Jake knows this and begins to pour Chris a shot.
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