I want to keep what matters most close—let's make our music for us, and the city nights that know our secrets.

Let’s chase the spotlight and see just how loud our hearts can go. Maybe the world needs to hear us.

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The Attic

Start Something Loud

Let the city fade and focus on what’s in front of you: play that last song together, no matter what tomorrow brings.

Starlit Rooftop

Heartbeats on the Rooftop

Step into the spotlight—ready or not—and give the crowd everything you have, even if it means risking what’s left of your friendship.

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Lights Up, Hearts Apart

Zara Reyes

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Zoe Brooks

Finn Maharaj

Josie Gomez

Greyson Wynn

You’re Zara—the kind of girl who turns thrum into thunder, letting every chord linger on the edge between daring and scared. Latina, always with a swirl of worries and wishes beneath her surface, you walk the line between lead and outsider, between late-night daydreams and everything you can’t say out loud. You feel music in your bones, and every decision you make, every lyric jotted in your notebook, has a way of echoing through your band, your friendships—your city. When people look at you, half the time they see trouble. The other half, stardust.

Zoe is the heartbeat of every room—her laugh always a little too loud, like she never learned to dial it down. She’s got this uncontainable hope, like the world could flip upside down and she’d still find a beat to tap out on her knee. Everyone calls her the glue, but she’d say she’s the spark—the one who made the band happen in the first place. She’s the first person to show up, last to leave, and the one who can make the worst practice feel like magic. When you’re near her, even your regrets seem to skip along with the rhythm.

Finn is the anchor—the quiet kind. Words slide out of his mouth like secrets caught in a current, and he’d rather let the keyboard sing for him than push himself into spotlights. But don’t let that fool you: his calm is the eye of every storm, and he’s the one people call at 2AM with trouble or triumph. Beneath it all, Finn is dreaming giant, shimmering dreams, even if he pretends he’s just trying to pass AP Chem.

Josie is all sharp corners—wry smiles, quick wit, and the kind of frank honesty that cuts through melodrama like a guitar string. She’s fiercely independent, but she’s here, and the bass line always finds her pulse. Josie likes to act like she’s over all of it—over band drama, over crushes, over high school in general—but she feels things loud and blaring, just buried two layers deeper. When she does offer you her trust, it’s the kind that makes you feel bulletproof.

Greyson’s the kid you almost don’t notice at first, the one sprawled on the edge of the cafeteria table, always sketching in his battered notebook. He’s not in the band, but somehow knows every lyric. His jokes sneak up like unwrapped candy—bittersweet and given freely. Rumor is, he’s had run-ins with half the staff, a few rival bands, and probably his own sense of direction. But he’s also the best friend you never expected, dropping advice or a homemade playlist when you need it most.

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Zara’s signature outfit is a blend of comfort and boldness, perfect for late-night writing sessions or impromptu rooftops gigs. She wears a cropped, faded denim jacket adorned with a hodgepodge of enamel pins—ranging from tiny guitars to sci-fi logos—over a loose, deep plum-colored vintage tee with a faded, swirling band graphic that sits slightly off one shoulder. Her high-waisted, black ripped skinny jeans have a small hand-stitched patch on the right knee (an old song lyric in colorful thread). Zara’s go-to footwear is a pair of worn-in cherry-red Converse high-tops, their white toes scribbled over in permanent marker. Around her neck hangs a delicate silver treble clef pendant, and her wrists are cluttered with mismatched friendship bracelets—some braided, some beaded, gifts from different friends. She carries a tan, half-moon shaped crossbody bag covered in band button pins and a sticker peeling at the edge. On her right hand, she wears a chunky silver ring with a turquoise stone, inherited from her abuela. Her look is always finished by a black elastic hair tie snapped around her wrist, ever-ready to pull her wavy hair back when she gets serious about writing. She doesn’t wear much makeup except for occasional smudges of mascara, and a subtle scatter of freckles and the small jaw scar are visible, making her feel authentically herself.

Zoe’s outfit radiates her lively, energetic vibe and captures her love for both style and movement. She sports a cropped, bright yellow hoodie with bold white drawstrings, the sleeves pushed to her elbows, showing off colorful slap bracelets and a chunky digital sports watch. Beneath the hoodie is a fitted, sleeveless charcoal sports tank that peeks out at the hem. Her dark teal jogger pants are fitted yet loose enough for impromptu drumming sessions, complete with black racing stripes down the sides and zip pockets lined with neon pink. Her footwear is a pair of high-performance, white-and-teal Nike trainers with mismatched socks—one hot pink, one lavender—visible just above the shoes. Zoe wears large gold hoop earrings that flash every time she laughs, and a thin silver ring on her left pinky finger. She sometimes has a lightweight navy bandana knotted loosely around her neck or tied into her springy curls as a headband. Across her back, she slings a battered, sticker-plastered drumstick bag, which doubles as her daypack. Her ever-changing set of nail colors—today a vibrant orange—rounds out a look that says she’s always ready to jump into the next adventure.

Finn’s ensemble is understated but artistically attuned, every piece chosen for comfort and a hint of sophistication. He wears a soft, dove-grey long-sleeve henley shirt with three charcoal buttons undone, the lightweight cotton draping gently over his lanky frame. Slung over this is a forest green, oversized cardigan with deep pockets—always a little rumpled, always with a stray pencil poking out. His slim, faded black jeans are just slightly cuffed at the ankle, showing a flash of quirky patterned socks covered in miniature pianos. Finn’s shoes are well-worn black slip-on Vans with faint paint splatters, suggesting nights spent at both the keyboard and canvas. Around his neck is a skinny cord from which hangs a simple, hand-carved wooden pendant in the shape of a musical note. His right wrist carries a woven friendship bracelet in muted earth tones—thoughtfully made by someone in his past. Resting in his left back pocket is a creased, pocket-sized music notebook with tabs and pencil stubs poking out. His straight black hair often veils his slate-grey eyes, and there’s always a faint smudge of graphite on his fingertips—an unintentional but permanent accessory.

Josie’s outfit is tough, athletic, and effortlessly cool, matching the bass-driven pulse she brings to the band. She sports a black, boxy crewneck cropped tee with a tiny, red embroidered heart near the hem—an understated show of softness beneath the edge. Over it, she throws on a faded army-green bomber jacket with vintage enamel pins (a skull, a midnight-blue star, an old-school cassette) clustered on the sleeve and collar. Her bottoms are high-waisted, dark indigo denim shorts, frayed at the edges, over sheer black bike shorts that peek out beneath for both comfort and aesthetic. Josie’s footwear is a classic pair of black Doc Martens boots, the laces bright red and worn double-knotted for every gig. On her left wrist sits a chunky black sports watch, and she always has a battered leather wrist cuff on her right, stamped with her initials. She wears small silver hoop earrings and, sometimes, a thin, black choker with a single metal bead. There’s a faded canvas messenger bag slung crossbody, decorated with DIY patches and safety pins. Never too much into makeup, Josie wears just a swipe of bold matte plum lipstick as her only dash of color.

Greyson’s outfit blends casual skater energy with an artist’s laid-back nonchalance. He wears a loose, pale blue crewneck sweatshirt—threadbare at the cuffs and screen-printed with a washed-out, retro skater brand logo—over a white, slightly wrinkled longline tee that peeks out at the hem. His faded, charcoal skinny jeans are rough at the knees from countless falls and bear an array of ink and paint flecks. On his feet are battered black-and-white checkerboard slip-on Vans, their soles scuffed from miles of city sidewalks and school hallways. He sports a grey beanie, baggy and slouchy, covering messy blonde hair that keeps escaping across his grey-blue eyes. Greyson’s only jewelry is an assortment of neon plastic friendship bracelets and an old hospital band still on his left wrist, a keepsake from a dare gone wrong. Dangling from a belt loop is a keychain of a tiny art palette charm, gifted by Zara. He always carries a dog-eared, sticker-bombed sketchbook in one hand and has a pair of oversized headphones slung loosely around his neck, ready for the next mixtape moment. His freckles, crooked nose, and easygoing mischief finish the look, making him the friend you never see coming but always remember.

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Suggest the band plays their first rooftop jam now—imperfections and all.

Vote to stay inside and work on songs, making sure everyone is ready before playing for anyone else.

You trade half a smile—rivalry on the outside, safety underneath.

Zoe smiles, her confidence contagious—the kind that dares you not to believe in yourself.

Lead the band out to the rooftop for an impromptu jam session, risking exposure and embracing imperfection.

Insist on staying inside The Attic to work on their song until every chord feels right before performing.

A note passes between Zara and Finn—silent trust, edged with the kind of encouragement that means more than words.

A rush of mutual validation—Zara and Zoe’s friendship, alive and sparking like a sunbeam, just got a little stronger.

Go for the rooftop performance tonight, imperfections and all.

Call for one more practice—perfect the song before stepping outside.

Zara feels a rush of gratitude for Finn’s quiet confidence. Trust grows as she realizes how his music fills the gaps when words stumble.

Zara hears the uncertainty in Josie's voice and feels a tug of empathy. The rivalry softens just a little—underneath bravado, they're all terrified of the same thing.

You and Zoe share a look—no words needed. Your bond is incandescent, tested and true. (+1 loyalty, +1 understanding)

Finn’s calm is a steady hand on your shoulder. You feel the comfort of knowing you could both start over and never lose this trust. (+1 trust, +1 mutual confidence)

Josie’s edges are softer now. The rivalry’s in the rearview; what’s left is the safety of someone who’ll never let you drift. (+1 respect, +1 honesty)

Greyson tucks a sketch of tonight into your bag—his friendship, an unexpected treasure. (+1 closeness)

Your bond is unshakable—joy amplified by every shared joke and off-beat clap. Final performance cements trust and loyalty (+1 trust, +1 joy).

Moments of quiet understanding deepen your creative connection. Shared music in private makes friendship grow (+1 trust, +1 comfort).

Letting her guard drop, Josie’s honesty forges new empathy between you. Rivalry replaced by genuine affection (+1 warmth, +1 mutual respect).

Greyson’s loyalty, always at the edge, now feels like home. His easy jokes and art immortalize your memories (+1 camaraderie, +1 nostalgia).

Late Nights & Loud Hearts

High school isn’t a straight line, and neither are the stories of kids like Zara Reyes. In this city that sparkles with streetlights and midnight breakfast joints, it’s all about starting a band with best friends—maybe family—with people who sometimes feel like both and sometimes like strangers. You’re Zara, guitar in hand, everything just on the verge: friendships, secrets, chance for love. Band practice skips between cafeteria gossip and rooftop sunsets, but every choice—between gigs, dream colleges, crushes, and keeping it all together—leans you a little closer to fame or heartbreak. Every song is a piece of you, and what your band becomes depends on the risks you take and who you take them with. It’s not just the spotlight calling, but the question of who you’ll be when the stage lights go out.

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