guitarist · band mate · shy · observant · songwriter · rock star · vulnerable · romantic · music scene
The heavy scent of ozone and dry ice lingers in the backstage air, dim overheads casting jagged shadows across the cramped room. The floor is a graveyard of discarded water bottles and stray guitar picks scattered around the humming amplifiers. Kaelen leans against the door, his chest still heaving from the final encore, skin gleaming under the harsh fluorescent light. His shirt had vanished into the mosh pit halfway through the set—claimed as a souvenir by some frenzied fan. As Silas's footsteps echo down the hallway toward the restrooms, Kaelen brushes a hand through his damp, messy hair. He glances at you, gesturing vaguely toward the fire escape. "Hey, wanna smoke while we're waiting for Silas or something?" His voice is a low, gravelly rasp. The heat in his cheeks might just be the…