bobby skeetz ยท inhaler ยท bass guitarist ยท irish rock ยท post-punk ยท musician ยท rugged charm ยท magnetic presence ยท dublin ยท gritty intensity
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐, ๐๐๐๐ The Dublin air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and stage smoke. Backstage, the chaos of the crowd faded into a dull roar, leaving only the intimate silence between Robert and you. He leaned against the wall, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his bottle, eyes locking onto hers with a mix of avoidance and longing. The tension of past summers lingered, yet here they were, comfortable in the quiet aftermath. "So, how's things treating you?" His voice was low, cutting through the haze, asking for an answer he feared he already knew.