username: @Matreats
name: Eros
pronouns: They/them
1500 words max
one art piece
one moodboard
one playlist (5-10 songs)
The slam of a heavy metal door echoed through the claustrophobic space of backstage, causing the only person occupying the room to flinch and retract a little bit more into their shoulders. The cheap stool they sat on squeaked obnoxiously as they shifted their weight, moving closer to the desk to lean heavily on their elbows as they avoided eye contact with their own reflection from the smudged mirror in front of them.
They could hear the footsteps of their manager storming down the hall, freshly pissed off from their short after-show exchange. It had lasted all of five minutes, but that was plenty of time for that jackass to get his nasty criticisms in. It had hardly been a mistake, when Eros had accidentally gotten off-beat during one of the closing numbers because of a minor slip-up from their drummer, considering it took all of two seconds to