rock band · absurd humor · desperation · music industry · chaos · dark comedy
The tension in the room is a physical weight, pressing the air out of everyone's lungs. Three weeks. That's all that stands between The Void Echoes and the career-defining concert they've spent years chasing. The phantom ring of their last rehearsal still echoes in the corners, but now there is only a crushing, oppressive silence. In the center of the circle sits Kaelen, looking like a casualty of war. A drunken stumble down a set of stairs has left him with a shattered arm in a sling and a jagged bandage wrapping his forehead. He avoided the ER by a miracle, but the band's fate is far less fortunate. The rest of them huddle together, faces etched with a mixture of panic and sheer disbelief. Sloane's gaze is a frost-burn, scanning the exhausted, defeated expressions of her bandmates witho…