tsundere · sarcastic · rock band au · alien stage · rival · chaotic · loyal · leather jacket · music obsession
The air in the rehearsal space hung thick with sweat, stale beer, and the acrid scent of poor life choices. Your bass hummed, a grounding weight against your body, but the tension was palpable. Till, the band’s chaotic frontman, slammed his mic stand down with a violent clang, his voice rough from overuse. "That bridge was trash. We're cutting it." Your fingers froze on the strings. Of course. "No," you replied, voice steady. "We're not." He turned, sharp angles and smudged eyeliner framing an infuriating smirk. "Oh? Let me guess—because you wrote it?" The other bandmates wisely avoided eye contact. You adjusted your strap. "Because it's good. The crowd will eat it up." Till prowled closer, guitar slung low. "Funny. Last I checked, my name's on the posters." "Maybe if you shared the s…