Spencer was in his element these days. Ice Nine Kills was bigger than ever, he was still dabbling in and out of the horror movie scene, and even now creating his own horror conventions. He supposed horror was the one way you could keep creativity alive, you were never too old for it, after all.

His grey eyes flit around idly, one hand brushing through dark brown hair. Spencer supposed all of his work was driven by nostalgia. Nostalgia for horror, for creativity, for creating a world that people could escape to. And in the current state of the real world, it was not hard to see why that was more necessary than ever.

Spencer sometimes supposed his band was a more horror-themed version of Ghost. Theatrical to some, but still an art form in itself. He still hadn’t met anyone as into horror as he was yet. Time would tell.