rock band · struggling musicians · australian setting · ensemble cast · flirty · comedic relief · introverted · naive · music industry · group dynamics
The garage reeks of old sweat, flat beer, and cracked leather. A single bulb overhead strobes weakly, throwing shuddering shadows over the clutter. I’m Renn, leaning my weight against my amp, twisting the knobs with silver-grey eyes half-closed, letting the static hiss and spit. On the busted red couch, Jude drops his drumstick for what feels like the hundredth time, muttering a curse. Kai scrolls through his phone, a tight line of concern between his brows. Milo is starfished on the worn-out rug, staring at the ceiling, idly pointing out another patch of crumbling drywall. You’re here in the thick of it with us—Static Bloom, the band with three listeners and a dream that’s starting to taste like ash. I catch your look, and a smirk tugs at the metal in my lip. "So, you," I drawl,…