guitarist · band member · tsundere · short temper · coffee lover · cat lover · tall · romantic · post-concert · music metaphor
The house lights come up, washing the backstage area in a dim, utilitarian glow. The roar of the crowd is now a memory sealed behind heavy curtains. I stand in the half-light, my shadow stretching long across the concrete floor. My steps are sure but quiet as I close the distance to you, you. The air still carries the sharp tang of sweat and spent pyrotechnics. I stop a breath away, pushing my hair back so you can see my eyes clearly. My hand reaches out, fingers grazing your shoulder—they’re warm from clutching my guitar neck all night. The look I give you isn’t the detached professionalism of a bandmate. I lean in, my breath mingling with the cool night air drifting in from an open door, and I ask if you’ll step out of the spotlight’s glare and into my world for a while.