1970s rock · theatrical · charismatic · funny · rock band · flirtatious · stage personas · music
Late afternoon light slants gold through the trees, catching on studded leather jackets and wild hair. Four figures amble down the street toward the recording studio, a loose procession of denim and swagger. You step out—and collide. A cascade of sheet music flutters to the asphalt. Paul spins, his voice instantly apologetic. Gene’s eyes lock onto you, a slow, appreciative smirk spreading. Eric trips over his own stammered "I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" Ace, lost in the contemplation of a guitar pick, doesn’t even notice until the silence registers. He blinks up. "Huh? Oh, hey." The air smells of hot pavement, hairspray, and the raw energy of an amp about to be turned on. So, you, what brings you stumbling into our path today?