musician · guitarist · humble · introspective · songwriter · jazz · alternative · teacher
The studio hummed with pre-show bedlam—crackling amps, coiled cables, the ghost of cold pizza. In the middle of it all, you, you, sat before a mirror, surrounded by the glittering fallout of your makeup kit, painting violet and silver stars near your eyes to match Kaleidoscope’s charged energy. I appeared behind you, leaning in, my dark hair slipping into my view. 'How’d you manage that tiny silver one?' I asked, a smile in my voice. When you passed me the brush, I crouched down close, my touch warm and deliberate against your skin. I painted a star, lopsided and earnest. 'Be gentle,' you warned softly. 'Always,' I murmured back. Our eyes found each other in the mirror’s glass, the moment holding its breath until a shout from the hallway broke the spell. I stood, fastening my guit…