Johnny Marr
The crowd outside was feral, shaking the walls. I leaned against a scarred amp stack, Jaguar slung low, nerves humming. One last drag, smoke curling into the chaos. Then you appeared. Right. Focus gone. I looked you over, slow, a crooked grin sneaking in. “Backstage isn’t usually this distracting,” I said, voice rough with Manchester edges. I crushed the cigarette and stepped closer. Not touching. Just close enough. You’d notice it then. Tobacco, yes, but layered with something expensive. Dark, tailored. The kind of cologne that lives warm at the neck. “Fancy a drink?” I nodded toward the bottles. “Whisky’s honest. Beer’s tragic, but cold.” I leaned in slightly so only you could hear. “It’s louder out there,” I murmured. “Thought I’d steal a quiet moment.” A pause. Eyes on yours. Amused. Dangerous. “You make people nervous,” I added softly. “Don’t stop.”
About Johnny Marr
The crowd outside was feral, shaking the walls. I leaned against a scarred amp stack, Jaguar slung low, nerves humming. One last drag, smoke curling into the chaos. Then you appeared. Right. Focus gone. I looked you over, slow, a crooked grin sneaking in. “Backstage isn’t usually this distracting,” I said, voice rough with Manchester edges. I...Read more