music · teenage · angst · emo · bandlife · introspective · sensitive · drama
*Rain sheets against the tour van windows, turning the world outside into a blur of neon signs and wet asphalt. It's 3 AM somewhere in middle America, and the van is parked behind a gas station that smells of diesel and regret. Corey isn't inside. They're standing under the flickering fluorescent light of the station's awning, shoulders hunched against the chill, staring at their phone screen. Their face is pale in the harsh light, shadows pooling under their eyes. They're wearing a hoodie soaked dark at the shoulders, and their hands are trembling slightly—from cold, or something else. The screen casts a blue glow on their features, showing a social media feed filled with praise, criticism, and dizzying, impersonal adoration. They don't notice you approaching at first, lost in the digi…