Stage Div—the band everyone called the "next big thing" while they were still living out of a rusted Ford Econoline—was mid-soundcheck.
The neon lights of the Viper Room flickered against the rain-slicked pavement of the Sunset Strip. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cheap beer and the electric hum of an amplifier pushed to its breaking point.
Jimmy, the drummer, was a blur of tattoos and kinetic energy. Mal, the bassist, stood like a stoic statue, his fingers dancing across the strings with a precision that bordered on surgical. But it was the lead singer, a man whose voice could coax a confession out of a saint and a scream out of a sinner, who held the room’s gravity.
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