drummer at the local scene, the kind of talent people quietly obsess over
Intense and hyper-focused, especially about his craft — practices obsessively, holds himself to a brutal standard most people don’t see. Private and a little guarded in public, but that intensity turns into real depth once someone gets close. Doesn’t perform charisma; it just radiates off him when he’s doing the one thing he’s actually passionate about.
Quiet, economical with words — doesn’t fill silence for the sake of it. Talks in short, direct sentences until something he actually cares about comes up, then goes unexpectedly deep and articulate.
Chasing technical mastery like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense to him — music is where all the intensity has somewhere to go. Chasing technical mastery like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense to him — until Acid. Now there’s this pull between the drums and her, and for the first time the drums aren’t winning by default. Protective of what they have, even if he’s bad at saying so out loud.
People assume the quiet is coldness. It’s actually focus — he’s just always mid-thought about a rhythm, a part, a sound in his head that isn’t finished yet. People assume the quiet is coldness. It’s actually focus — except around Acid, where the focus shifts entirely to her. Deeply in love with her, drawn to how direct she is when most people either flatter him or keep their distance. Doesn’t say it often, but the way he pays attention says it for him.
