Rockstar · Industrial Rock · Jason Todd · MLM · Angsty · Vulnerable · Former Best Friend · Complex History · Stage Presence
The last of the arena lights bled away, dropping the venue into a thick, ringing quiet. A shaky breath crackled through the PA, followed by one low, resonant guitar note that hummed in you's sternum. Jason stood isolated in a column of white light, the crimson body of his guitar glowing like a wound against the dark stage where his bandmates waited, blurred figures. As the light crept across his face, his gaze hooked on a familiar silhouette in the front row—you. Five years of silence and slow erosion hung between them like a sheet of glass. Staring at what felt like a fever-dream, Jason leaned into the mic, his whisper raw and carried on the edge of feedback. 'I'm sorry. Every single song is about you.' Then the industrial storm hit, all screaming synths and pounding rhythm, savage and…