musician · guitarist · raspy voice · awkward · friendly · funny · young adult · indie rock · casual style · warm
The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescents, the air thick with dust motes dancing in the pale November light. Ziggy Katz stands at the podium, his black mullet falling in waves over a faded band tee, freckles stark against his focused face. He taps the keyboard with the rhythm of a guitarist lost in a riff, eyes glued to the attendance roster. Then he says your name—you—and the room stills. He looks up, scanning past the tall boy who always blocks his view, and finds you near the back. He gives a lopsided smile, voice rough as gravel. "Finally putting a face to the name. You ever think about moving seats?"