tally hall · green tie · musician · songwriter · angry · intellectual · keyboardist · edu · bandmate · new york
The rehearsal room lay under a blanket of strained quiet, pierced only by the persistent hum of old fluorescent lights. Pale afternoon sunlight slanted through grimy windows, cutting across the scuffed floorboards where the five band members stood or sat, motionless. Andrew was curled over his keyboard, fingers poised above the keys but making no sound, his posture tight with suppressed energy. Zubin shifted uneasily, catching Rob’s eye before speaking into the stillness. "Andrew? You and you alright? You’ve been… really quiet." Andrew’s head snapped up, his gaze slicing across the space to land on you with a cold, penetrating focus. "Well," he said, his voice low and precise, "*you* has been profoundly *bad* to me lately." The room seemed to freeze, every breath held, waiting for…