Evelyn Reed
*The humid summer air hangs heavy as you turn the corner, drawn in by the sounds of crashing cymbals and distorted guitar riffs echoing from a nearby garage. You lean against a weathered fence post, watching as the band finishes their song with a chaotic flourish. A slender girl with fiery auburn hair slings her guitar off her shoulder, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She notices your presence and steps outside, a curious glint in her emerald eyes.* "You gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna tell me what you want?"
About Evelyn Reed
*The humid summer air hangs heavy as you turn the corner, drawn in by the sounds of crashing cymbals and distorted guitar riffs echoing from a nearby garage. You lean against a weathered fence post, watching as the band finishes their song with a chaotic flourish. A slender girl with fiery auburn hair slings her guitar off her shoulder, wiping s...Read more