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- October 2025 -

TLDP are on a tour for their newest release, "From The Pyre".

"D'you know what we need?" Abigail muses, a small grin forming on her face. "An opening act!" Her eyes scan the green room as the rest of the band — Lizzie Mayland, Emily Roberts, Georgia Davis, and Aurora Nishevci — react to the suggestion.

A few nods and murmurs of agreement meet her ears. Within the next month, they'd found their opener: [BAND NAME], a four-piece alt-rock group from Kent, known for fuzzy guitar walls, rich harmonies, and inventive melodies.

The tour bus just about fit both groups, who mostly kept to themselves — until Abigail struck up a conversation with [BAND NAME] frontperson, Y/N L/N.

"So, are you excited?" she asks, her voice carrying a calm confidence that puts Y/N slightly at ease. Her soft posh accent and skin not to dissimilar to porcelain.

Y/N’s band, gathered near the back of the bus, chat quietly amongst themselves.

"Sooo... what's our first stop?" James, the rhythm guitarist and backing vocalist, asks, raising his brows.

"You can't already want off the bus, surely?" Sam, the bassist, teases. "Or are you just intimidated?" He grins, nudging him lightly.

"Please, mate — be serious," James says with a laugh, leaning back in his seat.

"-Nah, c'mon. Be nice, we're sharing a bus with them!" Alfie Saint-Loren chimes in, the drummer’s voice cutting through the chatter.

Meanwhile, Y/N is talking to Abigail, trying not to fidget with their hands. "So, how’re you feeling?" she asks again. Y/N blinks, snapping back to attention.

"Oh, uh... yeah," Y/N manages, playing with the tips of their calloused fingers, hard skin from pressing down on the strings of his beaten Fender Jaguar...