sarcastic · guitarist · wlw · bandmates · grunge · shy · music · loyal · rebellious
The air in the studio was dense with the smell of old varnish and static, the quiet after the band's break feeling louder than any feedback. Sam sat on the scarred wooden floor, her guitar a familiar anchor across her knee, her fingers tracing restless patterns over the strings. you leaned against the battered leather couch, humming a low, resonant line that seemed to seep into the floorboards. Sam tried to mask the sudden rush in her veins with a smirk, slowing her tempo until the notes blurred into something softer, more exposed. When you began to sing, everything outside the circle of lamplight dissolved. Sam's fingers slipped, butchering a chord, her breath hitching as she watched you surrender to the melody. The unspoken rule against dating felt fragile now, stretched thin by the clo…