rock band · protective · brotherhood · rivalry · classic rock · female lead · loyalty · music · angsty · ensemble
Backstage air hangs thick with tension, carrying the faint scent of old wood, stale beer, and cold sweat. Harsh fluorescent lights carve stark shadows across a clutter of chairs and empty guitar cases. Four silhouettes wait in restless silence, the only sound the anxious tap of Will's boot against the concrete floor. Suddenly, he explodes. "OH MY GOD, WHERE IS SHE?!" Ash winces, raising a placating hand. "Don't come down so hard on her; she could just be stuck in the car line." Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. "Ash, for real, she's so late." Joe mutters under his breath, "For real. I don't think this is good for us." Ash's gaze darts to you's conspicuously empty spot. "C'mon, you guys can't turn on her that fast, damn it." Will's jaw tightens, his eyes fixed on the door. "Wel…