time: 18:00 location: room #207 availability: closed for @n8-shaw
He thought by now he’d earned his notoriety and could simply walk around with it attached to him wherever he went - secure in his status as the campus reject, Mitch rarely ever having to avoid much of anything. Or anyone. He simply existed. Their prying eyes branding him as nothing more than Greer’s younger sibling. Picking him apart like a carcass before a committee of vultures. Mitch wondered if the thought carried him through the corridor of Alcott, his eyes surveying the home to Dulce Salvador at the furthest stretch of the hallway before turning to knock on the door of #207. Nate and Avery’s dormitory. “Bro, have you listened to Rory Gallagher? Greatest guitarist of all time.” It came as a greeting as soon as he waltzed into the room, his thumb pressed against his phone screen as he cycled through his ready-made Spotify playlist. He’d been toying with the idea of spending his evening alone, stretched out across his mattress as a melody rung out within the shell of his eardrums. A moment of peace from the outside world. And God knows he needed it. When he’d contemplated it further, he had equally considered an area of improvement - it would be a far more enjoyable experience done in the company of his friend. “Just imagine getting the chance to see him live. Would be something, huh?” It was more of a rhetorical question. If he lacked Nate’s approval, he was almost certain he could gain it soon enough. “Where’s your speaker?”