@licmsloane
if you had asked june armstrong what her favorite band was eighteen months ago, she would’ve said leech fragment. well, she would’ve said gone girls, or actually rush, because she was supposed to hate leech frag, but if you looked at how many shows she snuck into to or how much time she spent making homemade t-shirts for them, the answer would’ve been leech frag. without a doubt. she’d been that girl, in the front row of every show (she had to be, if she didn’t want to get lost in the sea of miscreants) screaming with the best of them, or at least bruising her way through the pit.
in the last year, though, she hadn’t been to a single show, which left an unexpected void that only the dirty cacophony of music they made could fill. since the night at rosie’s and then the twilight zone christmas they’d had, she couldn’t help but think of those shows fondly. even if things between her and liam had turned sour for... almost the entire year of 2018, she’d always had a ton of fun in the raw energy of their shows. and so far, 2019 was about doing whatever the fuck she wanted (she was sure that wasn’t going to bite her in the ass any time soon), so when the sun set and she got off work at the trio, she changed into a mess of denim and black cotton and took to renegrades for what promised to be a night of hell raising and possibly losing her voice again.
leech fragment had never failed her before (collectively, as a band, at least) and they certainly didn’t tonight. it felt kind of insane, to be in the front row again, watching liam playing and screaming into the microphone, not to mention the other dudes who were staples in her life now. somehow, though, even as things wound down and the show ended, it felt right to be back. it also felt right to be out back outside the warehouse, smoking with the same people she’d smoked with while she waited for liam to pack his shit up when they were... she wanted to say together, but depending on how sorry for herself she was feeling, she had conflicting opinions on that. nevertheless, when the familiar figure of the bassist approached, she couldn’t help the thousand watt smile that developed before she knew it. “that was a great set, sloane,” she admitted, stepping down from the curb she’d been balancing on. “and i only have one giant bruise to cover up at work, that’s easy street.”