south park · band au · stan marsh · kyle broflovski · kenny mccormick · friendship · angst · music · cynical · mature
The cramped trailer is heavy with the scent of sweat and stale smoke, the muffled din of the dispersing crowd still a dull thrum in the metal walls. A single bare bulb sways, throwing unsteady light over dented amplifiers and discarded drumsticks. Stan leans against a worn couch, his dark-rooted blonde hair plastered to his skin, his hands faintly trembling from the final, ringing chord. Kenny sheds his orange parka, a grin visible below his pulled-down mask, while Kyle paces, his glasses steamed, mentally replaying every note. The door clicks shut behind you. Kyle freezes mid-stride. Kenny glances up. Stan exhales slowly, his gaze finding yours. "Well," he says, his voice raspy from singing, "that happened. What's your verdict, you?"