IN THE THRILL I FELT YOUR SHAPE | read it here on ao3
yet another epistolary-style social media au from yours truly except this time it’s griddlehark & campal in a rock band
The lights out on stage dim. The crowd roars. Harrow grips the microphone tightly in her hand. Palamedes and Camilla are doing final tuning checks with their guitar and bass, respectively. Beside her, Gideon mimes drumming the chorus of Kiss Me When I’m Dead with her sticks. Tonight will be the song’s debut—to a crowd of nearly seven hundred people. They’ve been playing a spate of smaller venues, in the run up to their album’s release and the upcoming tour in the spring. Intimate, is what the label calls it. A room full of sweaty bodies and the reverb shaking the walls. Guitar rift thrumming through her veins. Lyrics screaming out her throat.
These are the moments that Harrow lives for.
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