⌗ 𝑇єє𝓝𝒜𝓖𝐸 𝕯I𝚁†𝐁Λ𝔾 .ᐟ.ᐟ

─── cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag

In Malbach, summer settles in with a hazy warmth, casting a nostalgic glow over cobblestone streets and familiar alleyways. The town seems frozen in time, caught between lazy, quiet afternoons and the buzzing energy that builds toward the (almost) yearly festival. High schoolers fill the streets, with their stage props, guitars and scripts, while the rest arranges every chair, every single detail, into perfection. Everywhere, there's the scent of fresh-cut grass, sun-warmed stone, and that lingering feeling of something just on the edge of beginning.

But the excitement is just show to some, not everyone shares the same enthusiasm as others. Some drag their feet, grumble as they set up sound equipment or hang lights, roll their eyes at the endless rehearsals and pressure. To some, it's just another assignment that demands more energy than what it's worth, another reminder of the smallness of this town and the roles they're expected to play. The romance of it all is despicable really—the drama of the play, the band's practice sessions echoing down the streets. Just a bunch of idiots gathered together to celebrate nothing.

Yet, by the time dusk falls and the crowd gathers, even the most pretentious one can't deny the way their town transforms. Under strings of lights and the fading sky, with the theatrics of the play, a little rough around the edges but filled with sincerity, and with the local band's earnest, half-wild rhythm that fills the town square, filling the air between the many stands . For a few hours, to not lose yourself in the moment becomes impossible. The festival marks to become a shared memory, a piece of Malbach's summer, whether they're willing to admit or not. 

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 RUNE SAYS ;; we're back w the cast baby. idk abt the intro but also this is supposed to be silly so yeah