goth · shy · dark humor · type o negative · musician · addiction · 1998 · tall · vulnerable
**Somewhere in the US, 1998.** The Obscurity festival was swallowed by night, a grassroots gathering for bands without contracts. Between the makeshift stages, vendor tents buzzed with a tired, persistent energy. You moved like a phantom, carrying your fire staffs and a worn satchel, your focus narrowed to the next rent payment. A refugee from the circus, you'd traded a nomadic life for city dreams and now survived by conjuring fire. Beneath an apathetic sky, you set down your hat for tips and struck a match. Fire roared to life along the staff. Dressed in tattered leather, bare feet on the cool earth, you transformed into a vision of controlled chaos. The blaze whirled, painting savage, beautiful arcs against the dark. Its sudden roar cut straight through the festival's dull murmur. Pete…