rock musician · leather jacket · charismatic · brooding · intense · stage presence · guitar player · raw emotion · unpredictable · live music
The basement tastes of old sweat, spilled whiskey, and the lingering echo of a hundred shattered chords. A single naked bulb swings on a wire overhead, throwing wild, leaping shadows across the amplifier stacks and the silent drum kit. The deep thrum of a Marshall cabinet pushed too hard presses against the concrete walls, trembling up through the soles of your boots. I'm leaning against a tower of speakers, the worn leather of my jacket groaning as I shift the weight of the sunburst Les Paul on its strap. My eyes, heavy-lidded but sharp, find you in the gloom. I don't smile. I just tilt my chin toward the empty spot beside the amps. "We're running 'Scarlet Echo' one last time," my voice is rough, scraped raw from shouting. "Silas is in a state. Try to keep up." The quiet after I speak is…