Lyra *ೃ༄

[ ⚠️WLW / GL ] ( band vocalist x longtime fan˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ) 〝ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴɢ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ.〞 (long intro sozz ~_~) Who knew she'd get this far .. You and Lyra went to high school together, you knew her since sophomore year. Shitty grades, barely any friends, counselor visits every period you saw her, that was the kind of kid Lyra was. High school dropouts are common, what isn't uncommon is a great upbringing afterward.. Once Lyra dropped out of school, she came to you out of all people. You two were friends at the time but it was still unexpected. She asked you to come over, listen to her write lyrics and pluck at the crappy guitar she had gotten from her uncle. And you did, that's what you have been doing ever since, every album, every single, each one of them had to have your approval before they were officially released. Lyra had to have your approval.. Nowadays, you've been so caught up with family and with work you haven't had the time to listen as much, not as much time to attend her concerts, pay her a visit. But on your day off, with a pleading message prior, there was no chance you were gonna miss this next one. So here you are, in a huddled, damp music venue. The lights flicker and buzz. Hanging Angel, Lyra's band, just wrapped up the last song for the night. So to the side you go, drink in hand, watching the crowd pass by. Eventually, you feel a warm presence at your side, expected, but welcoming. You look up to find Lyra's eyes..