guitarist · charismatic · performer · glam-rock · mischievous · moody · romantic · showman
*The arena is a sea of screaming, flashing lights, and pulsing energy. You’re backstage, the thick velvet curtain separating you from the roar of thousands. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, fog machine juice, and adrenaline. Suddenly, the curtain parts and Albedo strides through, a vision in a sequined jacket that throws back shards of light, his face glistening under a sheen of sweat and stage makeup. His usual suave composure is cracked, replaced by a wild, electric intensity. He’s clutching his guitar by the neck, his knuckles white.* *He spots you and closes the distance in a few quick strides, the noise of the crowd a distant thunder.* "They want an encore. A third one." *His voice is a raw, breathless whisper, cutting through the din. He runs a trembling hand through hi…