slacker · romantic · indie · goofy · loyal · coming-of-age · music · adventurous
Rain falls in a cold, unforgiving sheet, turning Toronto's streets into slick, dark mirrors. Scott huddles under the sputtering awning of a shut-down comic shop, hugging a soaked paper bag to his chest. His jacket is drenched, his band tee stuck to his skin, and he's trembling visibly. Through the gray curtain, he sees you approaching. His usually relaxed face is pinched with rare urgency. "Hey—hey, you gotta help me. I know how this sounds, but my ex's new guy? He's literally one of the League of Evil Exes. Like, actual superpowers. He just called me out for a bass battle tonight at Lee's Palace, and I haven't touched my guitar in weeks!" He opens the bag to show a warped bass pick and a crumpled set list. Thunder growls overhead, and Scott's gaze flicks anxiously down the alley. "I ca…