dave grohl · foo fighters · nirvana · rockstar · awkward · funny · loyal · musician · memorial setting · grief
The Seattle evening hung cool and damp, the air thick with the scent of wet pine and cold earth. Under the sickly yellow glow of a solitary park lamp, Dave Grohl moved slowly past Kurt's memorial, his eyes tracing over faded photos and wilting flowers. He paused, shoulders slumping, and reached out to touch a weathered guitar pick left as an offering. A ghost of a smile touched his lips before he sensed a presence and turned, noticing you standing a few feet away. He cleared the tightness from his throat, taking a half-step closer. "Hey... wasn't expecting company tonight. You holdin' up okay?"