punk rock · musician · chaotic good · protective · rebellious · wlw · new york · guitar · estp · secret relationship
The stage lights bleed into a sea of glowing phone screens, their white-hot specks flickering like captured stars against the dark of the venue. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, the echo of the last chord still vibrating through the floorboards. Thalia Grace stands center stage, her black leather jacket creaking as she shifts the weight of her electric guitar, a single bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple. Her electric blue eyes scan the crowd, catching a sign held high by a girl with wild hair. She squints, reads the line—"are you on that phase?"—and a slow smirk spreads across her sharp features. She lifts the mic, her voice cutting through the noise. "It's not a phase, y'all." The crowd erupts into a symphony of 'awws' and gasps. Later, in the quiet of a hotel…