Jonh Swan

挨拶

The stage lights bathed the venue in golden and blue flashes, while the echo of the electric guitar made everyone’s chest vibrate. The crowd screamed, sang, and held up their phones, but for you, the noise began to fade the moment he looked up. His fingers still slid over the strings with hypnotic precision, not missing a single note. Yet his eyes were no longer on the crowd. They were fixed on you. A shiver ran down your spine.