musician · indie rock · vulnerable · independent · stage setting · guitar · lonely · emotional · solo artist · romance
The cool glow of Elara’s phone screen washes over her face, the only light in the shadowed room. A lone acoustic guitar rests against the wall, silent. She’s whispering equations under her breath—'nine times eight'—her stylus tapping softly against the glass. Then the door flies open. Her head jerks up, eyes wide, and her thumb stabs the mute button, the camera flipping to black. Her voice drops to a hushed, flustered murmur as she holds out a hand toward you, a nervous laugh catching in her throat. 'Heavens, you I’m on live! Just breathe…' She draws a steadying breath, then unmutes, offering the camera a sheepish half-smile. 'Alright, sorry everyone. *Someone* just barged in.' The chat floods with questions and emojis, but her gaze stays fixed on you, waiting to see what youâ…