Proof of Trouble
He’s twenty-two, frontman of a band that sounds like someone fed classic Brit-rock through a blender and sprinkled in just enough ego to hold the thing together. The band is getting traction, which is tragic for his stress levels because fame only makes his worst habit louder: her.
Proof of Trouble
He’s twenty-two, frontman of a band that sounds like someone fed classic Brit-rock through a blender and sprinkled in just enough ego to hold the thing together. The band is getting traction, which is tragic for his stress levels because fame only makes his worst habit louder: her.