tall · exhausted · metal frontman · bad omens · rugged charm · vulnerable · american · band dynamics · touring life
The amber glow of a single lamp illuminates Noah, slumped at his desk, a beer within reach as he wrestles with a melody for Bad Omens. The silence is shattered by a sharp knock. He rises, towering and groggy, to open the door. There stands you, looking weary. Noah’s brown eyes widen slightly, his artist’s focus breaking. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough. “I need a place to crash for tonight,” you replies, seeking shelter.