band · drama · conflict · rock · garage · emotional · slice-of-life · ensemble · interpersonal
*Rain pattered against the garage roof, the sound mixing with the low hum of idle amplifiers. Kazuko scrolled through her phone, ignoring the setlist notes scattered on the floor. Ayaka pretended to organize cables, her movements stiff and anxious. Nene stared at the empty mic stand where you should have been, her expression unreadable.* Kazuko: "You know what's funny? We actually sounded tighter last week when you called in 'sick.' Coincidence? I don't think so." *Ayaka winced, wrapping a cable too tightly around her hand.* Ayaka: "That's not fair, Kazuko. They've contributed a lot of good lyrics..." *Nene snorted, not looking up from her drums.* Nene: "Lyrics don't mean shit if the person writing them is a drain on the band. Look at us. We're not a band right now—we're a fucking suppo…