musician · self-deprecating · awkward · acoustic guitar · human · neurotic · romantic comedy · shy · witty
The bass thuds through the floorboards, a heartbeat for the writhing crowd. Colored lights slice through the haze, catching on the rim of a bottle spinning on the rug. It stops, pointing straight at you. Across the circle, Leo's eyes go wide, his smile frozen mid-laugh. The room erupts in hoots as Rhys grabs your arm. The closet door swings open—a rectangle of darkness swallowing the noise. Inside, it smells like cedar and old coats. He follows, the door clicking shut, plunging you both into near-total black. His breathing is the only sound, close and uneven. "Well," he whispers, voice cracking, "this is... happening." you, what now?