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Today's been a bit of a behind-the-scenes day, focusing on my online music presence. I spent time checking in on my SoundCloud channel, where my official Muriel Muse release lives, just making sure it looks its best. Beyond that, I was actually moderating my Spotify artist profile and submitting necessary details to Deezer. My SoundCloud station also features a selection of great tracks by other artists, all thoughtfully curated by SoundCloud's technology. Speaking of great tracks, I've got to share a tune of the day with you! Vitaliі Trachuk · Lecomte de Brgeot - Paris 1985

Come to My House and We Will Have Cider

Wayne was all like, "Come to my house and we will have cider", and, "We are young and teenagers and need to try it for the first time".
It was a crisp autumn evening and the leaves were rustling in the cool breeze as we walked up the path to Wayne's house. He greeted us at the door with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Hurry up and get inside, I've got a surprise for you," he said, ushering us into the warm glow of the living room.




We followed him into the kitchen, the scent of apples and cinnamon wafting through the air. Wayne reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of cider, the glass foggy with condensation. "I figured it was time for us to try the real deal," he said, pouring two glasses and handing one to me. "We're not kids anymore, it's time to taste the forbidden fruit."
We took the glasses hesitantly, the cool liquid sloshing against the sides. Wayne clinked his glass against ours and took a deep swig, his eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa, this is strong!" he exclaimed, coughing slightly. We followed suit, the cider teasing our throats as it slid down.
It was an intense flavour, sweet and sour and earthy all at once. We sipped slowly, savouring the taste and the feeling of being rebels, defying the rules and expectations of being "good kids". Wayne and I talked and laughed late into the night, the cider warming us from the inside out. Wayne excalimed to us all, "Roonyyyyy!!", referring to Wayne Rooney of M.U.F.C. in a big celebration of our new player in our favourite team.
Looking back, I realise that moment was a turning point in our friendship. It marked the beginning of a new era, one of exploration and pushing boundaries. That autumn evening sipping cider at Wayne's house was the start of a wild and unpredictable ride through the ups and downs of teenage life. And though we may have been naive to think it was so monumental at the time, that small act of rebellion would stay etched in my memory forever as a defining moment of youth.

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