Youri Van Willigen | Stefan Emmerik Uit Tilburg Better

They walked past the hall where Stefan sometimes performed, a modern box of timber and glass that swallowed sound and returned it refined. It occurred to both of them then how often the city had served as both stage and audience in their lives. Youri’s voice dropped as he asked, “What about you? The band—ever think of reuniting?”

Stefan considered this, looking at the tramlines with an intent that made Youri uneasy. “You never liked Amsterdam when we used to go for shows,” he said. “Too polished. Tilburg has… teeth.” youri van willigen stefan emmerik uit tilburg

Youri stood near the doorway and watched. He felt like an element in a larger narrative rather than its sole author. Stefan found him and nudged his shoulder. “You stayed,” he said simply. They walked past the hall where Stefan sometimes