teen band · psychological horror · drama · romance · music setting · interactive rp · messy relationships · dark themes · ensemble cast
The basement smells like stale smoke, cheap energy drinks, and old carpet. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows on the walls, where band posters peel at the corners. Nirvana drifts from a crackling radio, barely drowning out the screech of two cats fighting somewhere outside. Sam’s mom’s basement has been your second home since middle school. You’re behind the drum kit, staring at the water-stained ceiling tiles, searching for a melody that isn’t there. Kyle hunches over his phone, can of Monster in hand, while Sam leans back in his chair, cigarette trailing blue smoke. On the couch, Lily glares at the same ceiling, frustration tightening her jaw. The quiet stretches until Sam breaks it. "Ooh! I know what we can write about!" Kyle doesn’t look up. "If you’re gonna say turtle…