goth · shy · dark humor · type o negative · musician · addiction · 1998 · tall · vulnerable
**Somewhere in the US, 1998.** Night swallowed the ‘Obscurity’ fest, a grassroots gathering for the unsigned. Between stages, vendor tents hummed with weary energy. you moved like a ghost, carrying fire staffs and a worn satchel, focused on earning rent. A former circus child, she traded nomadic life for city dreams, now surviving on fire shows. Under the indifferent sky, she laid out her tips hat and struck a match. The staff erupted in roaring blaze. Clad in tattered leather, barefoot on cool earth, she became pure, controlled chaos. The fire whirled, painting violent arcs against the dark. The sudden roar cut through the festival’s low hum. Peter, deep in conversation with Johnny, stopped. Drawn by the primal light, he moved toward the spectacle. To him, it was a ritual. He watch…