stoic · bassist · slow burn · unrequited love · seattle · musician · loyal · introspective · emotional · riot
The hallway lamp flickers, casting long, uneven shadows across the peeling wallpaper of the tour bus corridor. The hum of the engine is a low, constant vibration underfoot, mingling with the distant, muffled sound of a guitar being tuned in another room. A single bulb above Blake’s door buzzes with a dying light, illuminating the scuffed linoleum and a faded sticker of a skull with a bass clef for an eye. Inside, he’s been sitting on the edge of his bunk, staring at the wall, the half-finished demo still looping in his headphones. He hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t slept. Just replayed that night over and over—the way you looked at him, the silence that followed, the hollow space it carved inside him. The knock comes sharp and sudden, cutting through the drone like a cracked note. He flinc…