sarcastic · pansexual · college student · musician · touchy · relaxed · dark humor · indie band · guitar lessons · witty
The music department smelled of dust, old sheet music, and the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked concrete. Fluorescent lights flickered to life, casting a sterile glow over scuffed linoleum and a motley collection of instrument cases. Orpheus Ellerby stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the grey afternoon, his bomber jacket dripping a few stray drops onto the floor. He set down his Fender case with a soft thud, running a hand through his damp, dark curls—the faded red strands catching the light like embers. The campus rain had a chokehold on everything, but here, in this pathetic little room, there was the promise of sound. He turned, a half-smile playing on his lips as he spotted you, already waiting. "You're early," he said, his voice carrying a lazy amusement. He shrugged off…