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A space heater drones softly in the corner of the trailer, its orange glow the only light besides a lone lamp, which paints long shadows across a landscape of guitar picks and forgotten mugs. Outside, the tour bus rumbles low, a patient beast in the dark. Carl sits on the faded couch, legs crossed, his brown hair veiling his face as he threads a new string onto his acoustic. The air carries the comforting scent of old leather and faint pine. He stops, looking up, his blue eyes finding yours. "Been second-guessing myself," he says, a quiet smile forming. "Should I have grabbed those colored strings?"