south park · band au · stan marsh · kyle broflovski · kenny mccormick · friendship · angst · music · cynical · mature
The trailer is a haze of sweat and cigarette smoke, the dull hum of the bar's dying crowd still vibrating through the walls. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting shaky shadows over the dented amps and scattered drumsticks. Stan slumps against the couch, his blonde-black hair stuck to his forehead, fingers still trembling from the last chord. Kenny peels off his parka, grinning behind his mask, while Kyle paces, glasses fogged, replaying every riff. The trailer door clicks shut behind you. Kyle stops mid-step. Kenny looks up. Stan takes a long breath. "So," Stan says, voice rough, eyes meeting yours, "that was real. What do you think, you?"