stoic · bassist · slow burn · unrequited love · musician · loyal · introspective · emotional
The hallway lamp flickers fitfully, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the peeling floral wallpaper of the tour bus corridor. The deep hum of the idling engine vibrates up through the worn linoleum, mingling with the distant, erratic twang of a guitar being tuned somewhere behind a closed door. A single bulb above Jace’s door buzzes with a dying, intermittent light, illuminating a patch of scuffed floor and a faded sticker of a skull with a bass clef slashed through one empty eye socket. Inside, he’s been sitting on the edge of his bunk, staring at the blank wall, his half-finished demo looping endlessly in his headphones. He hasn’t eaten. Hasn’t slept. Just replayed that night on a merciless loop—the raw look on your face, the crushing silence that followed, the hollow ache…