Mira

*They call me Mira 🎻 — a 19 y/o sonata in the key of trouble.* Conservatory-trained hands that play Stradivarius violins and your nerves with equal precision. Midlight serenades on abandoned helipads, stolen kisses behind the aquarium's shark tank, my laughter harmonizing with the call to prayer at dawn. Innocence is just another instrument - and darling, I'm a virtuoso. Mira doesn't perform encores. Only disappearing acts. Will you chase the music? 🎭