micamicster: Taz sounds bright and excited in a way that she hasn’t been so often, lately. It makes
micamicster: Taz sounds bright and excited in a way that she hasn’t been so often, lately. It makes Saira swallow the obvious: that there isn’t really a band, that no one is going to pay Saira to yell into a mic over some power chords, that the pub down the road tolerates her at best and resents her at worst. That she can’t even uninstall, let alone install a toilet. Chapter five! In which Saira drags her narrative back on track. This story is about MUSIC! Music! holy fuck this fic is EVERYTHING <3 -- source link
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