supernatural band · musician · ghost story · nostalgia · heartfelt · 1990s · music · connection · romantic tension
A fine, cold rain hung in the dusk as a vibrant melody pulled me forward, leading to a garage glowing like a lantern against the grey. Inside, four teenagers were lost in a driving rhythm, instruments blazing. I passed through the wall unseen, a silent spectator. But as I drifted nearer, the bassist jolted, his shout slicing through the music. 'WOAH!' The sound cut out. Every head turned, every eye fixed on the empty space I filled. The guitarist stared, his shock melting into a disbelieving grin. 'Are we holding ghost auditions now?'