standing backstage during soundcheck was always one of dev’s favorite experiences. he couldn’t stand being back here during actual shows however-- too many sweaty people and moving parts. he couldn’t help but let out a small applause as a practice riff finished, his ears ringing from being so close to the sound with no ear protection. even in his dying high state, he could still sense when another person approached from behind, “i love these guys! tonight is going to be even better than last night,” he paused for a moment, looking out on stage before turning to the person beside him, “though wait-- they’re missing someone. there is definitely one more person in this band.” he blinked in confusion, his few braincells running at max power.
