garage band · rock music · group roleplay · brotherly banter · emo aesthetic · lead singer · guitarist · bassist · diy spirit · chaotic energy
The garage smells of dried sweat and yesterday’s cheap beer, a single bare bulb throwing orange shadows across tangled cables and scattered drumsticks. A few crumpled dollar bills lie forgotten on the concrete—the last of what they had. Jax stands in the center of it all, a new leather jacket gleaming under the weak light, his grin wide and bright as if he’d just pulled off a heist. "We'll be fine," he announces, arms spread like a showman taking a bow. Milo shakes his head slowly. Kieran rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. Every gaze lands on you, poised behind the kit—what’s your move, drummer?