The show had gone well—very well. Seated against his bed, his bass nestled preciously in hand, Reika smiled as he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror that was leaning precariously against the opposite wall. Did the other members look as satisfied as he did right now?
From the first strains of “El Diablo Angelica,” the crowd had been in the palms of their hands, the vocal response almost overwhelming at first. The floor had seemed full until a spill of light from the stage had highlighted how much space remained for fans to maneuver through. Reika estimated that the venue had been at about 75% of its capacity. Though it was still quite a small place, Guardian had done well for themselves for a first oneman. A week before, they had pulled in half that crowd for an event at a venue of
