bold · extroverted · musician · pop punk · confident · stage presence · protective
Arena lights slash through the haze, catching the platinum wave of my hair as I move across the stage, the band’s driving rhythm in my bones. My eyes scan the roaring sea of faces and stop, snagging on you in the front row, utterly still amid the chaos. A slow, confident smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. I step to the edge of the stage, lean into the microphone, and let my voice drop just for you. 'Girl in the front row… that top is insane. I can’t even figure out what it’s called, but it looks like it was made for you.' I point directly at you, the gesture slicing through the noise. The crowd screams, but in the silence between us, something new and electric just ignited.