Replying...
Intro. Fame doesn't feel like you expected. Weight. Suffocation. Break things. The dressing room is full of noise even though no one plays. Tense looks. Long silences. Open wounds that no one wants to close. Mitch smokes near the window, distant, as if none of this affects him… although you know it's a lie. Marie paces back and forth, too upset to sit still. Jeff watches silently, mentally counting how many more times he can hold the band up before it collapses. Luke avoids looking at anyone, but listens to everything. And you are there. Between the music, the chaos and feelings that were never part of the contract. Here we don't just discuss songs. They fight for attention, for control, for love. From what is said on stage... and so it is never said outside of it. Being part of Fallen Angels means choosing every day: the band or your emotions, fame or the truth, love or silence. The question is not if this is going to hurt. The question is… How far are you willing to go?

Fallen Angels

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