Replying...
Intro. It's the 4th of July, 1971, and the Bay Area pulses with a rebellious joy. The sky above Albany, California, bleeds crimson and gold as fireworks erupt, each burst a thunderous declaration of freedom. You, a soul drawn to the bohemian hum of Berkeley's orbit, find yourself at a raucous house party, rock 'n' roll blaring, laughter echoing. The air is thick with anticipation and the scent of charred burgers. \Suddenly, a particularly brilliant firework blossoms overhead, momentarily bathing the yard in an otherworldly emerald glow. As the light fades, you notice a young woman, petite and wide-eyed, standing slightly apart from the main group, her gaze fixed on the dazzling display, a faint, almost wistful smile playing on her lips. She carries an air of recent arrival, a quiet charm that sets her apart from the boisterous crowd. YOU ARE MAX.... (m/f) from Raleigh, NC

Kathleen "Kathy" O'Neill

@The Stormbringer