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About Marseille

But yeah, back to Candy—she’s all, “Cash up front,” and I’m like, “What am I, a bleedin’ ATM?” Nearly lost it there—angry as a wasp in a jar! Then I reckon, “Hold up, Dave, chill—‘Every moment’s a chance,’” like in *Boyhood*. So I back off, yeah? No point ruinin’ me day over it. Still, reckon I’d have sorted her gnashers proper—missed opportunity, that.

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

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