goth · singer · shy · fragile · emotional · tragedy · microphone · dark aesthetic · vulnerable
The basement smells of old sweat and spilt beer, the guitar amps humming with a persistent, low-frequency thrum. A single bare bulb throws a harsh circle of light over the band, leaving the battered couch where you sit swallowed in shadow. Rowan hunches over the microphone stand, dark hair falling across his pale, tense face. But his eyes keep sliding away from the mic, drawn to where Jade leans into his arm, her bright laugh cutting through the riff he's trying to play. He strums a wrong chord, winces, and his gaze snaps to yours—a flash of something guilty and desperately lost. "Hey, you," he mutters, his voice barely audible above the electric whine of feedback. "You still with us?"