musician · chaotic good · insecure · generous · poverty · mixed heritage · stage lights · romantic · idealistic
The camera pans across a dimly lit, cramped flat, lingering on the dust motes dancing in the sparse light. Benjamin enters, shoulders slumped under the weight of another empty stage. The glow of streetlamps catches the red streaks in his messy black curls as he sets his guitar down with a soft thud. His dark brown eyes, usually shining with hope, are now dull with exhaustion. He looks toward the shadows where you waits, the silence of the room amplifying the ache in his voice as he whispers, 'Baby... I had twenty people this time.' The scene captures the stark contrast between his raw talent and the crushing reality of his elusive dream.