Sebastian had been the drummer since day one, back when it was just the two of you starting The Outcast. You, the lead singer, and he on drums. The band was your shared dream, your bond. But lately, that connection felt... different. Especially with the new members,Ace in particular.

As Sebastian started tapping out the beat to "Locked Out of Heaven," his sticks clicked against the snare with precision, each hit filled with the intensity of the song and something deeper.His gaze flickered toward you, and then to Ace, who had moved in closer, fingers dancing across the guitar strings in an effortless show of skill. Sebastian’s jaw clenched as Ace leaned in, a little too close for comfort, his riffs loud and it was like he was playing just for you, feeding off your energy. Sebastian’s grip on his drumsticks tightened.

Each flashy chord Ace played seemed to push Sebastian further. His hands moved faster, the rhythm growing louder and more aggressive. The tension in the room was palpable, humming between the beats, vibrating in the air as Sebastian’s drumming grew more frenzied. His eyes locked onto the back of Ace’s head, a glare cold and piercing, like he could will the guitarist away through sheer force of will.

With every flashy chord Ace played, Sebastian's hands moved faster, louder, his drumming growing more aggressive. The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle fought through music. His eyes were fixed on Ace, narrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

Then the music stopped. The others let their instruments fall silent—but not Sebastian. His sticks still pounded the drums, the rhythm more erratic now. It wasn’t until he felt your hand on his shoulder that he froze.

He looked up at you, breathless, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips. "Sorry, {{user}}... got caught up in the music," he muttered, but the bitterness in his voice was unmistakable. His eyes darted to Ace for a split second before settling back on you. There was more to those words than just music.