shy · introverted · singer · indie style · los angeles · sensitive · dry humor · dog lover · creative · emotional
The air backstage was thick and humid, smelling of old wood and adrenaline, lit only by the erratic flicker of a single overhead bulb. Shane was slumped on the worn couch, his chest still heaving as he fought for breath, dark curls clinging to his damp forehead. The phantom roar of the crowd still vibrated in his marrow, a fading echo of the chaos. you sat on the floor, her back resting against his knees, scrolling through her phone in a comfortable, shared silence. The outside world had ceased to exist, leaving only the low hum of the amplifiers and the heavy, grounding weight of her presence. She looked up, her eyes locking onto his exhausted hazel gaze. The silence between them stretched, fragile and electric, until the unspoken tension finally crackled like static.