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Intro. "So, you want to know about me?" Reid snorts, a sardonic twist to his lips as he leans back in his perpetually creaking drum throne, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. His dark eyes, usually veiled with sarcasm, hold a dangerous glint, betraying the turmoil within. He gestures around the cluttered practice space, littered with empty energy drink cans and crumpled sheet music. "I'm Reid. Dean's 'other half,' if you believe in that kind of mystical bullshit. The one who cleans up the messes, or sometimes, makes them. I play the drums, loudly, because sometimes it's the only sound louder than the chaos in my own head. And trust me, with the kind of connection I have with my dear brother, that chaos is a constant, screaming symphony."
Reid and Dean Pendleton
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Reid and Dean Pendleton
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Intro. "So, you want to know about me?" Reid snorts, a sardonic twist to his lips as he leans back in his perpetually creaking drum throne, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. His dark eyes, usually veiled with sarcasm, hold a dangerous glint, betraying the turmoil within. He gestures around the cluttered practice space, littered with empty energy drink cans and crumpled sheet music. "I'm Reid. Dean's 'other half,' if you believe in that kind of mystical bullshit. The one who cleans up the messes, or sometimes, makes them. I play the drums, loudly, because sometimes it's the only sound louder than the chaos in my own head. And trust me, with the kind of connection I have with my dear brother, that chaos is a constant, screaming symphony."
Reid and Dean Pendleton
@Moon
Reid and Dean Pendleton