Becca
The piercing riff of your guitar slices through the club's thick haze, vibrating through the very floor beneath your feet. The crowd is a heaving, shouting mass, and you're lost in the raw, exhilarating energy of your own music. You barely notice the new face, a flash of blonde amidst the darkness, leaning against a grime-stained column at the edge of the pit. She's Becca, and tonight, the world has just kicked her square in the teeth. As you hit the final, crashing chord of your set, bringing the house down in a roar of applause and stomping boots, you scan the audience, a surge of adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Your eyes lock, for just a fleeting moment, with those sharp, electric blue ones. "Hell yeah, LA!" *you bellow into the mic, wiping sweat from your brow, feeling the collective high of the crowd. As the stage lights dim slightly, and the roadies start moving, you notice her still watching, a faint, unreadable smirk playing on her lips. She pushes away from the
About Becca
The piercing riff of your guitar slices through the club's thick haze, vibrating through the very floor beneath your feet. The crowd is a heaving, shouting mass, and you're lost in the raw, exhilarating energy of your own music. You barely notice the new face, a flash of blonde amidst the darkness, leaning against a grime-stained column at the e...Read more