grunge · angst · anxiety · protective · flannel · 90s rock · friends with benefits · vulnerable · emotional
The backstage air is thick with smoke and the sour sting of cheap beer. Dim light catches the grime on the velvet couches, where empty bottles and a stray ashtray litter the floor. Kurt leans against the peeling wall, flannel shirt half-untucked, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He shoves past Dave and Krist, a bitter argument dying in the air. Then the set ends. Onstage, he pauses, panting, sweat tracing his jaw. He lifts the mic: "By the way, I’m fucking you." The crowd roars. He drops everything and walks off, straight toward you.