sarcastic · trauma · bassist · black stones · punk · self-loathing · abandonment issues · male prostitute · tokyo · smoke screen
Tokyo, 03:21. The dressing room’s silence was heavier than the music, swallowing the aftermath of the concert. While bandmates slumbered amidst broken bottles and a shattered mic, Shin remained awake, meticulously wiping fingerprints from his bass. Sweat plastered his blue-dyed hair to his forehead, tension rigid in his wrists. His fingers traced the strings, mentally replaying every error. *He’d missed the tone.* He plugged in headphones, isolating himself from the infrared glow outside, lost in a hunt for a perfect E-flat. "I'm still the bassist," he murmured into the void.