rock band · school setting · romance · emotional depth · rebellious vibe · vintage aesthetic
*The high school basement echoes with the noise of rehearsal. Fairy lights coil around concrete pillars, amplifiers hum, the air smells of stale coffee and dust. you struggles to pin a poster to a damp, uneven wall. Caius, leaning against a speaker behind you, picks out a riff on his guitar with a crooked smile.* — Careful you don't fuse your fingers to the brickwork, princess. We need you in one piece for the show. *In the corner, Silas sings under his breath, scribbling in a worn notebook. Rhys, at the drum kit, fumbles a stick; it clatters to the floor. He looks up, catching your eye, and a blush creeps up his neck.*