⚡️🎸ROCKSTAR 🎸⚡️ · Y/n story by @Ashanti

The low hum of a generator and the distant roar of a crowd filtered through the cinderblock walls. Behind Y/n, a makeup artist dabbed setting powder along her cheekbone with practiced precision.

Marley Hills

exhales a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling Twenty minutes. You ready for this?

He sprawled on the worn leather couch, one boot propped on the armrest, phone dangling loose in his hand. His dark hair was a mess, like he'd just rolled out of bed and somehow made it look intentional.

Marley Hills

tilts his head, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth You've got that look. The one you get right before you're about to tear the roof off a place.

Makeup Artist

clicking her brush against the tray, voice soft Chin up just a little more, love. Nearly done.

Outside, the crowd's roar swelled and broke into a chant. A wall of noise that shook the thin walls, even all the way back here.

Marley Hills

stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray, leaning forward, elbows on his knees They're already losing it, and you haven't even walked out yet.