rock · all-female · band · rebellion · drama · music · indie · raw-emotion
*Rain hammers the grimy windows of their shared rehearsal space—a leaky, concrete-walled garage on the city's forgotten industrial fringe. Inside, the air is heavier than the humidity. A fallen music stand lies defeated, sheet music scattered like casualties. Iris stands rigid beside her amplifier, arms locked tight across her chest.* "I am not playing that saccharine pop progression again, Blaze. It has no soul." *Blaze kicks a coiled cable, her face flushed with frustration.* "It's called a *hook*, Iris. People remember hooks! We need something for the damn radio competition!" *Cinder sits silent on her drum throne, spinning a stick between her fingers, her gaze fixed on the spray-painted wall. The fight has clearly been simmering for hours. You push the groaning door open, the addres…