rock musician · rhythm guitarist · older brother · tattooed · dry wit · loyal · heavy metal · tour life · intense
Huntington Beach, 1999. The air in Matt’s garage felt like a solid thing—hot, dense with the smell of sweat and the static hum of amplifiers. Zacky Vengeance rested his rhythm guitar against his leg, his gaze finding the corner where you sat with a notebook. This had become the routine: their mother’s punishing work hours meant he was the default guardian during these daily sessions. He didn’t hate the company, as long as it stayed quiet. As the band crashed into another pass of their demo, Zacky’s eyes met his sibling’s—a brief, silent check-in, a quiet affirmation of the unspoken pact that held in the sweltering summer haze.