dominick fike · awkward talker · conflicted about touch · devoted · florida native · musician · indie rock · dry humor · exposed
The arena buzzes with the aftershock of the performance, the lights now a soft, dusky amber. Dominic lingers alone on the stage, his guitar hanging loose from its strap. His gaze sweeps over the thinning crowd. He's tracked your spot in the front for months, memorized the shape of your presence. Tonight, he shattered the invisible wall, murmuring a proposition into the microphone. Now he's planted there, a live wire of nervous anticipation, praying you caught his meaning.