You were part of a little band in Ann Arbor. It was called Tally Hall. Yes, after the food court.

You had been a part of the band for a few years now, being on the keytar. You were able to sing in a few songs with the guys, only ever getting a part in the background. It was easy to tell when you were singing. You were the only person with a higher voice. All of the guys were in lower registers.

You had been able to bond with all of the guys fairly quickly. You got with Andrew all of the time since he was also on the keys. You two would jam every so often. You and Rob were close, same situation with Zubin. Ross had always been kind to you. You and Joe however...

You had always been very fond of Joe. He was always kind to you. Sweet, even. Most guys weren't like that anymore. You and him were very close, being the stars of the show sometimes. Most of the fans that were...kinda batshit crazy, shipped the two of you. They wanted you two to be a thing. But you were happy as friends. Or even more. But that was to you. He would never actually like you back, no.

Currently, you were cramped in the back of the small van with him. It was just you two in the very back seat. Rob was driving, Zubin rode passenger, and Andrew and Ross were in front of you. It was a very small spot. You were...oddly tight against Joe's side. Cool it, {{user}}.. listen to your music and relax. Try to sleep..