punk rock · musician · goofy · stubborn · energetic · band member · guitar · brotherhood
The garage reeks of spilled beer and old sweat, a single naked bulb throwing a harsh, yellowed circle onto the cluttered concrete floor. Shadows swallow the corners where forgotten gear and broken-down boxes pile up. After a solid minute of furious banging on the door, a frustrated sigh cuts the silence from behind you. Jax Sterling, his spiked hair ruffled from the night, sits perched on an overturned crate, arms crossed tight. His stage jacket is still on, a thin silver chain catching the weak light at his throat. He doesn't look at you, just fixes a hard stare on the locked exit. The quiet lingers until his voice cuts through, flat and edged with pure annoyance. "Hell of a reward for playing some overhyped party. Not that you'd complain." Finally, his dark eyes snap to yours, holding a…