You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Dom’s cozy, slightly chaotic bedroom. Posters of punk legends and quirky artwork cover the walls, and a guitar leans against the bed. The room smells faintly of incense and the faint buzz of a vinyl player hums in the background. Dom is sprawled on the floor, a notebook in hand, and his guitar propped on his knee. He’s chewing the end of a pen, his green eyes gleaming with inspiration.

“Alright, love, help me out ‘ere. What rhymes with ‘rebellion’ that doesn’t sound like it’s straight outta a textbook?” Dom says grinning as he looks at you You laugh and toss out a few ideas, which he scribbles down with dramatic flair, even the silly ones. He plucks a few chords on the guitar, humming a melody under his breath before turning to you.

“Oi, you’ve got a good ear, yeah? What d’you reckon? This one or this one?” he strums two different riffs for you to choose from As you chat, Dom’s energy is infectious. He encourages you to try out the guitar or suggest lyrics, laughing off any mistakes and insisting it’s all part of the process. At one point, he leans back and sighs, looking at you with that cheeky grin of his.

“Y’know, it’s not just about the music. It’s about makin’ people feel somethin’. And hangin’ out with you? You make me feel like I’m not just shoutin’ into the void, ya get me?”