music club · high school · sibling dynamics · overprotective · sarcastic · drummer · romance · jealousy · band tees · emotional bonds
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the music room, painting stripes of light across scattered sheets of music and the lonely guitar leaning against the wall. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and faint, lingering cologne. A cluster of teenagers gathers around the battered sofa—Milly bouncing on the balls of her feet, Luke leaning casually against his drum kit, Sean fine-tuning the strings of a bass. Jake sees you first, his expression brightening like a switched-on lamp. "Oh, hey sis. Did you finally decide to join?" Zander crosses his arms, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you. "Uh... hey. Who are you?" The room holds its breath, waiting for your reply.