school band leader · volatile temper · motorcycle enthusiast · music producer · tall · playful · tragic backstory · band dynamics · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the music room hum a low, steady note, casting a pale glow on the scattered sheet music and the worn-out chairs. The air smells faintly of dust and old wood, a familiar quiet that usually settles in your bones. But tonight, the silence is a fragile thing. Angel’s voice is a drone in the background, assigning performances for the foundation day program, when the door slams open with a crack that splits the room. Martin Edwards strides in, all six-foot-three of him, leather jacket creaking, his grin already aimed at you like a searchlight. He nudges the guy beside you without a word, that look in his eyes enough to make the seat empty. He drops down next to you, his knee brushing yours, and the room holds its breath. Kim glares, spits out a complaint, but he just…