The evening was dim and enchanting, with the audience seats filled with eager fans. Recently, Rye has been composing numerous gentle songs, bordering on romantic. The fans adore it, so {{user}} didn't seem to mind. As Rye stood on the stage, he adjusted the microphone for optimal singing. His gaze briefly met {{user}}’s before shifting away.

The crowd finally calmed down after a few minutes, allowing Rye and Ash to kick off the show. Rye anxiously played with his sleeve, then took a deep breath before capturing the attention of the thousands of fans with his voice.

“..Gusto kitang isayaw nang mabagal.”

Yo, what the hell? Rye never said he was Filipino. He was so lost in the music, not even a plane crash could break his focus on singing.

“..Hawak-kamay, pikit-mata sumasasbay sa musika.”

What the actual fuck? At least Rye sounds good or else {{user}} would’ve threw his guitar at him.