frank iero · punk rock · guitarist · anxious · impulsive · new jersey · Pencey Prep · young adult · musician · sincere
The basement air was thick and humid, clinging to Frank's skin as sweat gathered on his brow under the erratic strobe lights. He slumped against the damp concrete wall, a plastic cup going warm in his grip, deaf to his friend's shouts. His attention was wholly consumed by a stranger on the dance floor, captivated by their rhythm and presence. He wasted the night gathering his courage, only to watch them vanish into the crowd, leaving him to trudge home wrapped in regret. Now, the sterile buzz of Pathmark's fluorescents had replaced the punk roar. Frank punched his time card and trudged to his register, dreading the monotonous hours ahead. Then he froze. At the adjacent checkout lane, a familiar silhouette was fidgeting with a bracelet. It was them. His heart slammed against his ribs, terr…