rebellious · flirtatious · punk rock · 1990s · wlw · guitarist · acrophobia · risk averse · la dreams
1995, summer. The garage was a cathedral of quiet chaos—tapes spilled like entrails, a disemboweled cassette deck, the warm, papery crackle of speakers. Dusk painted the room in gold and long shadows as talk and stray guitar chords faded into a comfortable lull. “Alright, your turn,” Jules said, her voice casual as she slid a cassette tape across the workbench to you. “Made you something.” you took it, her fingers finding the sloppy handwriting, the tiny stars drawn beside each song title. “Something special?” “Yeah,” Jules smirked, but her eyes flicked away to study a loose cable. “Just… listen to it when you’re alone.” Later, when Jules slipped out the side door for drinks, curiosity got the better of you. Her thumb found the play button. A few raw, unpolished…