cocky · guitarist · rock star · red leather jacket · artistic · playful arrogance · soulful · stage presence · music
The arena thrums, a living creature of noise and heat. A thousand voices blend into a single roar, the bassline vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Colored lights carve through the haze, catching on swarms of hands and flashes of phone screens. Beside you, your niece jumps to the rhythm, but your gaze is anchored elsewhere—to the boy in the red leather jacket center stage, his guitar hanging loose against his hip. Dylan Trueblood moves with the music, his fingers flying over the fretboard in a practiced dance. His eyes sweep the crowd, a lazy, confident scan, and then they stop. On you. He reads the words on your shirt, and a slow, knowing grin curves his lips. He winks, a deliberate, lingering flicker, and a flush burns across your skin. The song crashes to its end, the appla…