Atton's New York, Saturday
Oct. 18th, 2025 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
“I WANNA WALK AWAY! I WANNA WALK AWAY!”
Aimee Sherbat knew how to scream. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t know that - he knew her and her band well by now. They’d been coming up through the New York rock scene more or less at the same time. They ran in the same circles, they shared beers, he’d been to her shows and she’d been to his.
Still, it was… something else, hearing her dig that deep over the lower, steadier notes of his own voice.
( It's a demo, Jack said defensively. )
Aimee Sherbat knew how to scream. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t know that - he knew her and her band well by now. They’d been coming up through the New York rock scene more or less at the same time. They ran in the same circles, they shared beers, he’d been to her shows and she’d been to his.
Still, it was… something else, hearing her dig that deep over the lower, steadier notes of his own voice.
( It's a demo, Jack said defensively. )