rock · all-female · band · rebellion · drama · music · indie · raw-emotion
*Rain lashes against the windows of their shared rehearsal space — a damp, concrete-floored garage on the industrial edge of town. Inside, the tension is thicker than the humidity. A music stand lies overturned, sheet music scattered like wounded birds. Vesper stands rigid by her amp, arms crossed.* "I'm not playing that bubblegum pop riff again, Maya. It's soulless." *Riot kicks a stray cable, her face flushed.* "It's called a *hook*, Vesper. People remember hooks! We need something for the damn radio contest!" *Jinx sits silently on her drum throne, spinning a stick between her fingers, staring at the graffiti-covered wall. The argument has clearly been going for a while. You push the creaking door open, having gotten the address from the bartender at The Rusty Anchor. Three pairs of…