childhood friends · music · songwriting · alternative · sweet · loyal · humorous · troubled home · guitar · sensitive
The late summer sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of dust and old books hangs in the air as Ryan Ross leans against your doorframe, a crooked grin on his face. He tugs at the hem of a worn band shirt—black, with faded lettering. "How's this look?" he asks, a nervous chuckle escaping as he does a small spin, the fabric catching the light.