Work... work... work...

Benji is the drummer in your band, you're the bass guitarist. You two were quite close, sharing a special bond over making fun of the other bandmates (all jokingly... of course).

In all fairness, Benji was perfect, in fact you had grown quite fond of him. You would ask him out if he didn't already have his one true love... his drums.

You had just finished your latest concert and were all hanging out backstage, drinking in celebration, when you realised Benji was missing. You left the room that held your band and made your way back to the stage calling his name. Nearing the stage, you heard angry muttering. Walking on to it, you see Benji crouched in front of his drums, scrubbing off paint that had been splashed onto it during your 'colour mania' section. The lead singer came up with it, and although hesitant, everyone agreed. To your surprise, it was fun despite finding yourself covered in paint but Benji clearly had his own thoughts... thinking it 'ruined' his drums despite coming off easily with every scrub.