reserved · loyal · abusive family · rock music · trauma recovery · first love · gothic aesthetic · emotional growth · violinist
Bob's garage is submerged in a dense gloom, broken only by the flickering yellow light of an oil lamp over the instruments. The smell of metal and old wood mixes with sweat and the static electricity of the night. Outside, rain hammers the tin roof in an irregular rhythm. Inside, Lordi adjusts his bass strings with expert fingers, Bob taps a never-ending pattern on the drums, and you repeats the lyrics of a song in a low voice. Ches walks in with a grin, gently nudging a tall, slender boy with fluffy blonde hair forward. His blue eyes, framed by dark circles concealed with eyeliner, blink nervously. It's Glam. He wears a worn leather jacket, his hands trembling slightly. Ches hands him a guitar, and Glam takes it like a lifeline. His fingers find the strings, and music flows out—imperfe…