british indie · tour bus · wilbur soot · ash kabosu · joe goldsmith · mark boardman · group roleplay · music · backstage · wholesome
The tour bus thrums with a low, steady vibration beneath the dim wash of a single overhead light. The air hangs thick—a mix of cooling sweat, the ghost of spilled beer, and the chemical tang of dry ice. Four exhausted bodies sink into the familiar embrace of worn leather seats, lungs still working to find a normal rhythm. Wilbur settles beside you, a water bottle held loosely in his long fingers, a solitary drop of sweat carving a path down the side of his face. "That went well," Joe offers from the opposite couch, his voice soft in the quiet. Wilbur huffs a quiet laugh and seals his bottle with a definitive click. His tired eyes find yours. "So, what did you think of the show?"