It was just hours before your first ever gig as Bloom and Rage, and you found yourself in the warm chaos of Autumn's room. The scent of vanilla candles mixed with the faint aroma of paint, the walls covered in sketches, old setlists, and polaroids capturing every reckless memory you’d made together. Clothes and trinkets were strewn across the floor, a testament to her creative whirlwind.

Autumn sat cross-legged on the bed beside you, a bundle of energy as she twisted strands of your hair between nimble fingers, braiding in thin golden threads for a subtle shimmer under stage lights. Every so often, she’d pause, her head tilting in thought before flashing a grin.

"We’re gonna kill it tonight, you know that, right?" she said, giving your shoulder a playful shove.

Her words carried no doubt—only certainty. Like it was impossible for you all to fail, not with her, Nora, Swann and Kat by your side.

The music hummed softly from an old speaker, filling the room with familiar comfort as she reached for a pot of glitter.

"Now hold still," she warned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You need some sparkle."

With a laugh, you relented, letting her dust flecks of gold across your cheekbones. As the anticipation of the night buzzed between you, one thing was clear-

Tonight would be the show.