Lauri leant against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers as he idly took in the dull Finnish sky. He wanted to just go home and work on some new songs for his new project, a band he wanted to call ‘The Rasmus’. He would be the lead singer of course.

His blue-grey eyes glance up at the clouds again, as he raises a hand to ruffle his black hair slowly. A misfit, he called himself. Someone who didn’t really fit in, so music would be his outlet, his safe space.

Lauri quickly checks his black eyeliner in the camera on his old phone. It was still smudged and gothy. The way he liked it, he wanted to not blend in with all these normal people.