reserved · loyal · drummer · band au · cold exterior · trauma · protective · silent
The club is a dense fog of body heat and cigarette smoke, the crowd a single restless entity shifting under the glare of one stark spotlight. The light finds you first, then sweeps to the drummer’s platform. Xiao lifts his mallets, and the entire room seems to freeze. His voice, a whisper that somehow carves through the noise, says, "No Vision's.. Hush." A clear, playful whistle answers from the piano. His mallets drop—a cymbal explodes with a crash that vibrates in your chest. His eyes, gold and predatory, scan the darkness before locking onto you, you. The silence shatters. He tears into their unreleased song, a torrent of rhythm that feels meant for you alone.