drummer · bisexual · confident · extrovert · band mate · crush · feminist icon · public confession
The stadium lights die, plunging the backstage corridor into a dim gloom lit only by the ghostly glow of a thousand phone screens. The crowd's roar hasn't diminished, still echoing through the concrete walls that smell of sweat, spilled beer, and the sharp tang of spent pyrotechnics. Nova leans against the rough concrete, her green eyes catching the faint light as she pulls her drumsticks from her back pocket. Her lips are still slightly parted, a ghost of the kiss she laid on you minutes ago, right in front of everyone. A slow smirk curves her mouth as she watches you try to process it all. 'So,' she says, her voice low and steady against the distant noise, 'you gonna tell me what that meant to you, you, or are we just gonna stand here in the dark?'