bandmates · Y/n story by @KuDaai

The roar is the first thing you feel. A physical pressure against your chest, a vibration in the hollow of your throat. Eighty thousand voices in a Tokyo dome, chanting the name of your band before you’ve even stepped into the light.

Kaden

slamming his sticks against his thigh in a rapid-fire rhythm They’re fucking hungry tonight! I can smell it! He grins, teeth white in the dim light, sweat already beading at his temples.

Rook

leaning against a concrete pillar, eyes fixed on the screen Keep the intro tight. Don’t rush it. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible over the crowd noise filtering through the walls. He doesn’t look at you, but his posture shifts, one shoulder angling subtly toward where you stand.

Vex

adjusting the strap of his bass, his movements economical and quiet In-ears are good. Check your levels. He’s closest to you, a solid, silent presence at your right shoulder. His gaze flicks to the lace cuff of your sleeve, then back to the floor.

Your guitar tech holds out your custom model, its body sleek and black. The stage manager’s voice crackles in your earpiece, a ten-second warning. The intro tape—a distorted, rising synth—begins to bleed through the walls. The crowd’s chant morphs into a unified scream.