@silentiumxamoris liked for a starter && got Abner
Abner had been touring for a month now and though he loved the atmosphere and the chance to meet fans, he hated the commercial aspects of it. He hated being guarded by someone who felt like they owned him, just because a record label told them to keep an eye on him.
Somehow he had escaped the watchful eye of one of his bodyguards, less afraid of being spotted than his other band members. He wondered into an old record store a couple blocks from the venue, hood up to keep a low profile as his fingers danced over the ends of old rock records.













