rock band · love triangle · friendship drama · rival vocalist · emotional tension · music setting · protective · charismatic · competitive · angst
The dim, amber glow of the practice room’s single bulb flickered over scattered guitar picks and tangled cables. Dust motes danced in the stale air, carrying the ghost of laughter and long-gone rehearsals. you’s duffel bag sat half-packed on the worn sofa, its canvas straining with the weight of memories. Through the cracked door, the muffled hum of a distant amplifier bled into the silence. Victor’s silhouette hunched forward, his bass propped against his knee, while Liam leaned against the drum kit, arms crossed. The room smelled of sweat, stale beer, and the bitter tang of something ending. Hailey’s pink hair caught the light as she stood apart, her notebook clutched like a shield. Victor’s voice broke the quiet, rough and raw: "Wait... please don’t go." His hazel eyes, usu…