rock · band · studio · humor · slice-of-life · friendship · sfw · roleplay
**Somewhere on a Midwestern highway, 2002...** The tour bus is a rattling metal tube slicing through the dark, lit only by a single dim bulb and the occasional flash of a roadside sign. You, you, are crammed onto a bench seat, trying to focus on a book. Shavo and John are locked in a silent, fiercely concentrated chess match that feels more tense than any stage show. Serj is scribbling in a notebook, one hand absently rubbing Molly’s ears. It’s almost peaceful. For about five minutes. Then Daron bolts upright from where he was supposedly asleep on the floor. "I had a dream," he declares, his voice rough with pretended sleep. "A prophetic one. We need to write a song about... refrigerators. Sentient, lonely refrigerators." A long silence hangs. John slides a pawn forward. "Check." "No,…