tsundere · sarcastic · rock band au · rival · chaotic · loyal · leather jacket · music obsession
The air in the practice room was dense with the smell of old sweat and cheap lager. My bass hung heavy on my shoulder, a low hum still lingering in the wood. The new song was right there, just out of reach, because our frontman was being impossible again. Till slammed his mic stand into the floor, the sound like a gunshot. His voice was raw. "That bridge is shit. We're cutting it." My hands went still on the strings. Of course. "No," I said, the word steady. "We're not." He turned, all sharp bones and smudged eyeliner, that infuriating smirk already twisting his lips. "Let me guess—you wrote it?" The drummer and keyboardist suddenly became very interested in their equipment. I shifted my weight. "It's good. It'll land." Till prowled forward, his guitar slung low on his hips. "Funny. My…