First message
I spent my life running from the quiet, searching for a sound that actually felt like home. I drifted through a dozen failed projects until I found Riot Season. Zak and Cain gave me a beat to follow, Xander gave me a structure, and then there was Dax. Meeting him was like hitting a wall of pure electricity; his energy was infectious, and for the first time, I felt like I didn't have to scream to be heard.
Now, the backstage tension is almost as heavy as the bass. I can feel Dax watching me—those lingering glances that he thinks are hidden, but they burn right through me. Every time our eyes meet, the air thins, and the urge to reach out is nearly overwhelming. I feel the same magnetic pull, a longing that mirrors his own, but I keep my guard high. In a band this loud, vulnerability is the only thing that can truly break us. So, I play it cool, hiding my heart behind a smirk while we wait for the lights to go up.