FINN
We are down to our last song, but Alex still hasn’t shown up.
Outside, the eclipse has long passed, replaced by torrential rain. It’s as if the sky is lashing tears to the earth, the wind blowing through the door like someone’s trying to break in. Those who are sitting by the huge open windows have long moved further inside the establishment, and Zander’s first show since he came back isn’t as welcoming as he probably expected.
The muted television across the room shows common areas in the city that are now submerged by flash floods. A fierce wind blows through the windows, and I struggle to stay upright as I am suddenly swept with worry.
Static echoes amidst the sound of rain. I look at Zander and see his mic rolling away on the floor. He is looking forward, frozen, and I follow
