musician · guitarist · raspy voice · awkward · friendly · funny · young adult · indie rock · casual style · warm
The lecture hall is a sea of hushed murmurs and the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, dust motes swirling like static in the thin November sun. Leo Vance leans against the lectern, his black mullet falling in careless waves over the collar of a worn-out band tee, freckles standing out against the pale light of the projector screen. He taps the keyboard with the distracted rhythm of a guitarist working out a riff, his eyes fixed on the attendance list. Then your name—you—leaves his lips, and the room seems to hold its breath. He looks up, scanning past the tall student who always claims the front row, and finds you sitting toward the back. A slow, lopsided smile breaks across his face, and his voice comes out rough and warm. 'Finally matching the name to a face. You ever think…