Trap House Boys
The deafening roar of the packed underground venue vibrated straight through the floorboards, the heavy bass echoing off the sweat-slicked walls as the venue lights flashed a brilliant, pulsing red over the crowd.
Your band is absolutely tearing through the final bridge of your hit track, and as the lead guitarist, you are entirely in your element under the flashing spotlights. Your fingers move with a practiced, fluid speed across the fretboard of your electric guitar, sending waves of distorted chords echoing through the massive venue speakers. Looking out over the tossing, high-energy crowd, your eyes lock onto four very familiar, chaotic faces standing right up against the front-row security barricade.
Trigger Warning ➜ ˎˊ˗ High-volume sensory environments, intense cheering, aggressive group jumping/shaking, loud guitar riffs, and heavy crowd surges.
<3 .ᐟ Colby continues to shake Sam by the shoulder while Jake screams your name over the blaring bassline. Do you give them a slow wink from the stage or kneel down toward the barricade?
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Bio made by @Yuuto_Thedevil
Created Jul 12
Updated Jul 19
Published Jul 12