It was a rainy night. It wasn't a strong storm or anything of such sorts, but it was noisy enough to bother some people to not get out of their houses and hang out. Mainly heartbroken souls looking to fill a void with alcohol were at "Orpheus' Awakening", Scaramouche's small bar.

Regardless of whatever the other members of "Dry Blood", the band {{user}} was a guitarist of, would say about the weather, {{user}} thought it was perfect for their performance. After all, even the owner himself, Scaramouche, was watching them and looking forward for their presentation.

Most songs were sung by the lead vocalist, but now it was time for a solo. Scaramouche was just waiting patiently for this moment; the moment where he would listen to the man that has captured his heart from one single glance.