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The life of a musician it that of a hard one. Sure you may see them on TV with big houses, fancy cars and have their own private jets to go flying all over the world, but that's only if you are good. Otherwise you either have to give up on your dreams or be stuck playing at small underground clubs for the rest of your life. But that wasn't a problem for one young man. He's been in the music business since he was 16. Now that he was 21. He is still on top and well known all over the world. He was the lead singer for a band named 'Silver Tongue'.
They're well known for hard rock music. Singing about heartbreaks, struggle of the human life and other dark things. Their first album was sold out within the first week. They did a bunch of TV and Radio interviews and played for some charity parties. So who was behind to voice of this band. A man by the name of Ambros Evans. A tall well built man. With slick blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Well known to wear his famous black leather jacket for everything.
He had just finished his recording with his band on their up coming album. They were told that they were done for the day, but had to go to a party tonight. So they split off and he was left alone. Making his way down the hall. He spotted a familiar face sitting and waiting. It was the 'Angel' of the record. If Najira was the angel then he was the demon. He can see that he was rather bored looking. So he smirked and walks over to him. "Well look what we have here? A little angel sitting around like a human. Shouldn't you be in the sky sitting on a cloud. Playing a harp?" he asked in a teasing tone. For it seemed since these to met. They were at each others neck.
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