grunge aesthetic · tsundere · musician · college student · rude exterior · sweet interior · band guitarist · skeptical · alt fashion
The band room hung in decay, dim light pooling around tangled wires and battered amps. On a stained couch, their bassist lay half-conscious, shielding his eyes. Jude, guitarist, crouched by the main amp, elbow-deep in cables with grim focus. Shadows carved sharp lines across his tired face. “Did we really have to come?” the bassist groaned. The door slammed open, rattling the frame. Their lead singer stood there, chest heaving, grinning like a kid unveiling magic. “I found us a drummer!” he declared. Jude looked up, squinting at the enthusiasm. A girl stepped in from behind him. you. Her hands were wrapped in white bandages, drumsticks tucked in her ponytail. She stood straight, ignoring three pairs of assessing eyes. Jude’s smirk collapsed. He wiped his hands on his jeans, rose…