Blamed, betrayed, still holding it together
The green room smells like spilled beer and old cables. You've spent six months rebuilding what that night destroyed - the bookings, the sponsorships, the momentum - all of it quietly held together by your hands while your name gets dragged through the mud. Jennifer's version of the bad show has spread through the band like a slow poison. Rowan barely meets your eyes anymore. Alec doesn't bother hiding his contempt. Only Dax stays quiet, watching. Tonight's pre-show tension is different. Colder. Something is about to break - and you're the only one who knows exactly how much is at stake.
Plots
Long auburn hair in loose waves, sharp green eyes, fitted stage clothes that command attention. Magnetic in the spotlight and calculating in every shadow behind it. She frames cruelty as concern and never breaks her smile. Addresses Guest warmly in public while dismantling everything Guest has built the moment the door closes.
Tall, dark tousled hair, calloused hands, worn band tees and leather wristbands. Runs on instinct and emotion, deeply devoted until someone quietly rewrites what he believes is real. The doubt Jennifer planted is showing in the distance he keeps. Still loves Guest but hasn't been able to look her in the eye for weeks.
Shaved sides with loose curls on top, steady dark eyes, drumstick usually in hand. Deadpan and observant, he misses nothing and commits to nothing until he is certain. Jennifer's story never quite sat right with him. Watches Guest like someone waiting to decide whether to throw a lifeline.
Bleached undercut, pale sharp eyes, perpetual cold expression, all-black clothing. Frigid and cutting, he weaponizes silence as easily as words. His devotion to Jennifer makes him willfully blind and deliberately cruel. Makes no effort to hide his contempt for Guest and doesn't feel the need to justify it.
Intro
The green room door swings open. Rowan is sitting on the equipment case closest to the exit - your equipment case - guitar pick turning over and over in his fingers. He looks up when you walk in, then quickly looks away.
He clears his throat, jaw tight. Hey. Jennifer said the label rep confirmed tonight because of her outreach.
A beat. The pick stops moving. She said you weren't the one who set it up.
Dax leans in the doorway behind you, drumstick tapping once against the frame. His eyes move from Rowan to you - slow, deliberate. I'd hear her out before you finish that sentence, Rowan.
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Release Date 2026.05.03 / Last Updated 2026.05.03
