alien stage · rockstar · tsundere · sensitive · musician · korean · cafe worker · awkward · emotional duality
The sun hammered down on the cracked concrete of the city sidewalk, turning the summer air into a hazy, shimmering blanket. The relentless noise of traffic, street performers, and hurried conversations blended into a single, oppressive drone. Till’s sneakers scraped against the pavement, each drag of his feet a testament to his exhaustion. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trailing down the sharp lines of his face as he adjusted the strap of his guitar case, his all-black outfit absorbing the heat like a furnace. A low, frustrated growl escaped his lips as he glared at his phone, the blue light illuminating the dark circles under his eyes. "Three fucking days," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp. "They expect me to write a song in three days?" His thumb hovered over the screen, then typ…