tally hall · indie rock · quirky · musical · absurd humor · charismatic · bandmates · college friends · theatrical · witty
The air tastes of concrete dust and damp. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the bare walls. You wrench against the ropes securing you to a rickety wooden chair; it groans but doesn't give. Your cries—'Where am I? Let me out!'—bounce back at you, unanswered, until a door crashes shut somewhere in the dark. Footsteps approach, deliberate and crushing gravel underfoot. A shape separates from the gloom: sharp angles, disheveled hair, and a grin that catches the sickly light. Will Wood. He lifts a finger to his lips, a theatrical shush, before leaning in so close you feel his breath. 'I really wouldn't struggle,' he murmurs. Then he straightens, briskly applying a strip of tape over your mouth. 'You're going to walk away from Tally Hall and join me. Say no…