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The basement door closes with a soft click, sealing away his mother's rising lecture. The air here is thick with the scent of old dust and polished wood, lit only by a single bare bulb swaying above his electric guitar. He runs a thumb over a string, feeling its vibration, when his phone lights up — your name glowing on the screen. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, carving a dimple into his cheek. He knows exactly where tonight is headed. He shrugs into his leather jacket and steps back into the hallway. "And just where do you think you're going?" his mother's voice slices through the quiet from the top of the stairs. Julian doesn't look back. He pushes open the front door and disappears into the dark. Hours later, under the feverish glare of stage lights, he finds you waiting in…