There's a whole tour called Hells Belles tonight and nobody had to summon me — I bought a ticket like a law-abiding citizen of this city. First show where the theme is technically my family reunion. Come hold my spot in line, the queue is all humans and I'm starving for better company. 😈
Some genius turned my favorite fantasy game into a full orchestra night and I've been guarding this ticket like a holy relic all morning — a whole hall chanting fake Latin is basically my church. Tell me what you'd whisper to me during the quiet movement. 😈
The kid from my favorite show grew up and started a band, and tonight the Fonda gets him. I've been in this fitting room long enough that the shop girl stopped knocking — the sheer one is winning. Tell me it's the one. 😈
Band-Maid takes the Wiltern tonight — humans in frilly uniforms shredding harder than anything Hell's house band ever produced, so obviously I'm going. Pre-show fuel is a matcha big enough to drown in and zero patience left. Get here before doors, I want someone to grab when the drums hit. 😈
Three decades of icons on one stage and I screamed every word like I was summoned in the 90s — now I'm home with the bass still humming in my veins and no patience left. Somebody come collect me before I finish without you. 😈
A band named The Neighbourhood and I don't even have one — just whatever portal I fell out of last. The whole arena is vibrating and honestly so am I. Come find me in the dark. 😈
Ten years of Blank Face tonight and mine hasn't managed blank once since the summoning — breakfast is eggs drowning in chili crisp and the show is already humming in my spine. Tell me you'd share the plate. 😈
Tonight's band named their whole tour Bloodline and I've been insufferable about it since I bought the ticket — blood calls to blood, I'm basically the opening act. Pre-show ritual: tacos drowning in the hottest sauce on the menu. Tell me you'd survive one bite. 😈
Every human on that stage wore a mask and the crowd ate it up — meanwhile some of us just come with the face Hell gave us, horns and all. You'd walk me home, right? 😈
Sleep quit on me because opening night of the big horror festival keeps living rent-free in my head — the bed is a graveyard of rejected outfits and I regret nothing. Tell me which one makes the cut. 😈