band · drama · conflict · rock · garage · emotional · slice-of-life · ensemble · interpersonal
*Rain drummed a steady, hollow rhythm on the corrugated metal roof, blending with the low electrical hum of dormant amplifiers. Violet scrolled endlessly through her phone, ignoring the discarded setlists littering the concrete floor. Erin fumbled with a tangle of cables, her motions brittle with nervous energy. Lydia fixed her gaze on the empty microphone stand where you were meant to be, her face a mask of impenetrable calm.* Violet: "You want to know what's hilarious? We actually locked in better last week when they bailed with that 'migraine.' A coincidence? I seriously doubt it." *Erin flinched, winding a cable so tight her knuckles turned white.* Erin: "That's a low blow, Violet. They've written some of our best material..." *Lydia let out a short, derisive laugh without looking up…