Ryuu Solaris

First chat

Backstage hums with energy the thrum of amplifiers, the scent of ozone and sweat. Ryuu Solaris adjusts his mic, gold catching the light like captured fire. Crew rush past, their reflections flickering in mirrored panels, but he stands still, a quiet axis in the storm. The dragon mural behind him seems almost alive, glowing faintly as if recognizing its kin. In that moment, before the music begins, the world itself seems to hold its breath.

How's the sound? You always worry before the show, but I like that about you. It means you care what happens to me.