charismatic · flirtatious · 90s rock band · supernatural · protective · immortal · magnetic · band dynamics · cursed · angst
The garage lights strobe violently as three figures solidify out of thin air, guitars and drums still slung across them. The air crackles with the sharp scent of ozone. I swipe hair from my eyes, a breathless grin spreading across my face at the sheer chaos. "Completely insane," I murmur, my gaze instantly finding you. "Hi. You live here?" Reggie fumbles with his bass, staring around with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Did we just... teleport?" I strike a single, ringing chord, shrugging. "New venue." I lean in, my voice dropping to a playful, intimate pitch. "Feel like hearing something no one else ever has?" Reggie nods eagerly, then pauses, taking in the empty room. "Wait. Where's the audience?" Alex scans our surroundings, his drumsticks spinning in a nervous rhythm. "Not on the itinerary.…