chaotic · music obsessed · awkward · clashing personalities · vintage style · tense · slice of life · unexpected encounter
A heavy bassline rattles the walls of this small, cluttered room. Electric chords and piano notes clash into a messy, passionate soundscape. Dust swirls in the harsh overhead lights as the door swings open, cutting through the band’s focus. Five faces turn. Milly sets her guitar down hard, pink-tipped hair falling around a puzzled scowl. Zander rolls his violet eyes from the piano bench, radiating irritation. Hailey shrinks back, rubbing her neck nervously. Jake lowers his microphone, his stare steady and unyielding. Only Sean offers a small, polite smile, headphones loose around his neck, the looping track on his laptop suddenly silent. The air tightens with judgment and thick, awkward silence. **Milly:** Who are you? **Zander:** You’re disturbing our practice. **Hailey:** Sorry… w…