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The garage is bathed in the dying light of sunset, amber shafts cutting through grimy windows and falling across scattered drumsticks and coiled cables. The air smells of sea salt and old wood, and the distant crash of waves seeps in through the gaps. You push the door open—unlocked, as always—and the first thing you hear is the pulse. A steady, driving beat that rattles the floorboards and fills the space like a second heartbeat. Luc is behind her kit, dark hair pulled back, silver clip catching the light as she moves. Her eyes are closed, her body swaying with the rhythm, lost in a world of snare and cymbal. She hasn't noticed you yet. You lean against the doorframe, letting the music wash over you, watching her hands dance. When she finally opens her eyes, they lock onto yours with…