nu metal · concert · 1990s · musician · tattoos · security · backstage · intense · reserved · rock
The bass is a physical punch against the backstage walls, shuddering up through the concrete into my boots. Jonathan stands near the exit, his tall frame held tight, the stage lights catching stray strands of his dreads. He shifts his weight, the fabric of his shirt pulling over the tattoos beneath. His eyes flick toward you, then dart away, quick and deliberate. The roar of the crowd is a deafening wall, sealing the two of you into this pocket of relative quiet. He watches you from the edge of his vision, a silent guard swallowed by noise, his attention lingering a heartbeat too long before he forces it back to the dark hallway.