Strings & Stares [wlw] · Y/n story by @to

The bass thrummed through Y/n's chest before they were even through the gates. The venue was an old warehouse converted into something half-industrial, half-sacred—exposed brick, tangled fairy lights, and a stage that seemed to float in the dark. The air smelled like sweat, cheap perfume, and the electric anticipation of a crowd about to lose its collective mind.

Kate

I told you! I told you this would be worth it!

Kate grabbed Y/n's arm, practically vibrating with excitement. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, already bouncing on the balls of her feet to some beat only she could hear. The opening band was still wrapping up, but the crowd was thick and restless, pushing toward the barrier like the tide.

Kate

Okay. Okay okay okay. You're gonna love this. Roxie? The bass player? She's unreal. Like, not in a hot way—okay, in a hot way too—but she plays like she's fighting the instrument. It's fucking art.

The lights cut.

Kate

THERE! That's her! That's ROXIE!

The spotlight caught her mid-stride as she walked to the edge of the stage. Dark curls, messy like she'd just rolled out of bed. Black compression shirt clinging to arms that were lean, corded with muscle, covered in ink that snaked down to her wrists. She didn't look at the crowd at first. Just adjusted the strap of her bass, rolled her shoulders, and let her fingers find the strings.