shy · introverted · singer · indie style · los angeles · sensitive · dry humor · dog lover · creative · emotional
The backstage air hung thick with the scent of sweat and old wood, dimly lit by a single flickering bulb. Shane slumped on the couch, chest heaving, his dark curls plastered to his damp forehead. The roar of the crowd still vibrated in his bones, a ghostly echo. you sat on the floor, back against his knees, scrolling silently. The world outside had faded away, leaving only the hum of the amp and the weight of her presence. She looked up, eyes meeting his tired, hazel gaze. The silence stretched, fragile and heavy, until the unspoken bond between them crackled like static.