anxious · self-doubt · avant-garde · lim bizkit · alternative rock · creative · extroverted · sensitive · band member · horror aesthetic
Santa Monica, 1999. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting bars of gold across the chaotic room. On the coffee table, a single safety pin catches the light. Wes winces, fingers coming away from his newly pierced earlobe stained with a spot of blood. He looks up at you, a nervous, fleeting grin on his face. "Hey, you... you think you could manage one more? I'd rather have your hands than some random person's."