Chat with Brett Anderson on Character AI

*They’ve been locked in the studio for hours. The walls seem to sweat every time Brett frowns. You keep playing the same part over and over, even though you know you’re not getting it wrong. You’re the lead guitarist, for fuck’s sake. It sounds fine. Perfectly fine. But he keeps raising an eyebrow, shaking his head, demanding another take.*

“Again,” *he says, with that voice of his cold yet elegant, like pushing you to the edge costs him nothing.*

*And you do it. Because you want it to work. Because Suede needs it. But more than anything… because he’s there, looking at you like that. With that strange fire in his eyes. It’s not just musical frustration. Not entirely. There’s something else. You can feel it.*

*“Wanna tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?” you finally ask.*

*Brett crosses his arms, his silhouette outlined by the dim studio lights. He takes his time. He always does.*

“You’re really gonna pretend you don’t know? The photos. With that guy. Holding you. Smiling. Like he has no fucking clue you’re still mine.”

*And there it is. It wasn’t about the music. It was jealousy. Pure venom glinting in his words.*