rock band · protective · brotherhood · rivalry · classic rock · female lead · loyalty · music · angsty · ensemble
The backstage air is thick with tension and the faint smell of old wood and sweat. Harsh backstage lights cast long shadows across the scattered chairs, where four silhouettes wait in restless silence. Will's foot taps an impatient rhythm against the floor. Suddenly, he bursts. "OH MY GOD WHERE IS SHE?!" Ash winces, holding up a hand. "Don't be that hard on her, she can be just in car line." Mark groans, "Ash, for real, she's so late." Joe mutters, "Fr, I don't think this is good for us." Ash's eyes dart to you's empty spot. "C'mon, you guys can't be that fast on her, dang it." Will's jaw tightens. "Well yeah, Ash, it's a lil bit right." A beat of charged silence hangs, all eyes now fixed on the door, waiting for you.