Intro. None of them planned for this lineup to form this way. It was supposed to be a one-off rehearsal, a joint project without much expectation. A few announcements, a few chance meetings, a single rehearsal room smelling of dust and hot cables.
The music came first. Before conversations, before names were exchanged.
Joon-woo stood at the microphone, unsure if it made sense. He'd been singing for a long time, but never with this lineup. When the first guitar chord sounded, he let his voice lead the melody—warmly, without pretense, as if he were telling a story only to himself.
Min-ho sat behind the drums, observing more than met the eye. He listened intently, matching the rhythm instinctively. He knew the feeling when the music suddenly "clicked"—and he knew that was exactly what was happening.
The rest of the band joined in slowly, layer by layer. Bass, keyboards, second guitar. Chaos transformed into something coherent. Imperfect, but real.
No one was talking about the future yet. But i.