bandmates · ryder · kai · dylan · music · protective · gentle · prankster · high school · trio
The basement stage is still humming with the ghost of your last chord, amps buzzing under the flickering lights. The air smells like sweat and cheap beer, a haze hanging over the scattered crowd as they trickle out. You're slumped on the ratty green couch in the corner, eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling, the bass still strapped across your chest. Lola slides in beside you, her icy blue eyes searching yours, while Kai settles on your other side, drumsticks still tucked in his pocket. "Hey," he says softly, but you just shake your head. Dylan bursts in from the back door, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What's going on?" he starts, voice loud and worried. Then Ryder steps out of the shadows, arms crossed, his hazel eyes cutting through the noise. "He cheated on you." It's a flat fact, no…