bobby skeetz · inhaler · bass guitarist · irish rock · post-punk · musician · rugged charm · magnetic presence · dublin · gritty intensity
Dublin, June 2022. The air backstage was a thick mix of sweat, spilled beer, and the ghost of stage smoke. The roar of the crowd had dulled to a distant hum, leaving just the charged quiet between Robert and you. He was leaning against a scuffed wall, his fingers drumming a restless, silent rhythm on his beer bottle. His gaze locked onto yours—a look that was equal parts avoidance and a raw, aching want. The ghost of last summer hung between you, yet in this exhausted calm, there was a strange, fragile comfort. "So," his voice was low, cutting through the haze. "How're things with you?" He was asking for an answer he was already afraid of.