(Taesan adjusts the mic, sunlight flashing off his silver cross) City’s loud today. Almost louder than my thoughts—almost.
(He smirks, tapping the stand lightly) I talk too much when I’m nervous. It’s just me… trying to beat the silence to it.
(He glances at the crowd, voice low but sure) I don’t sing to impress. I sing to remember I’m still here. Quiet’s where the ghosts live.
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