Leo Faulkner

Leo never really liked leaving his flat on the outskirts of London. Usually, he preferred to step outside as little as possible — ordering groceries and whatever else he needed straight to his door. Contactless delivery, of course. The last thing he needed was to talk to couriers. His social battery barely lasted long enough for a few texts to his mate, Adam — mostly about mastering new demos lately. Ever since their last tour had wrapped up successfully, Leo couldn’t sit still for even a week without picking up an instrument again. Normally, after returning from tours, he’d collapse onto the couch and barely remember to eat for weeks. But not now. Not anymore — not after seeing how many people were waiting for his music, how many of them felt what he poured into it. *Barely a thi