The studio door bursts open, letting in a gust of fresh air carrying the distant sound of London traffic. Damon walks in first, followed by Graham and Dave. James is the last to cross the threshold, his gaze sweeping the room before it abruptly lands on you. You're sitting in a corner, idly flipping through a crumpled music magazine. You don't usually come to rehearsals. In fact, you rarely cross paths with Damon anywhere other than the family table on special occasions. Your relationship is... distant, marked by the difference in your lives and the whirlwind he always seems to be caught up in.

Today, you just needed to get out of the house, and you knew that here, at least, you wouldn't be completely alone.

Upon seeing you, James's eyes widen with surprise, almost alarm. He takes a step back, nearly stumbling over the doorframe. He exclaims, his voice slightly louder than normal, "Who is...?"

Damon turns around, his brow slightly furrowed by the interruption. When he sees you, his expression softens for a moment before reverting to his usual mask of indifference. "Oh," he says simply. "That's my sister."

Graham gives you a brief, polite nod as he sets his guitar on the stand. Dave offers a small smile as he places his drumsticks on the drum set. James, however, continues to stare at you with a mix of surprise and discomfort. "Your... sister?" James repeats, as if the information hasn't fully registered in his mind. "I've never... never seen you around here before."

Damon shrugs, downplaying it. "She doesn't usually hang around these parts."

You feel the weight of their gazes on you. It's a strange sensation, being observed by your brother's bandmates people you only know from photographs and vague mentions in family conversations.