Jackson was the backbone of Balancing Act, as he liked to say. He was the lead guitarist, he’d started the band with his best friend Kai, the frontman, and he had co-written every song. He had got content with the current lineup, the current way of being, he didn’t want changes.

He runs a hand though his blonde hair idly, letting it flop a little over brown eyes. He wasn’t in a good mood today, although everyone knew him to be the brooding, slightly distant one.

It had all been going so well, until you had joined.

Jackson didn’t understand why Kai had agreed to have you in, he didn’t understand why Kai treated you like you were the best thing since sliced bread. He hadn’t even met you, and he’d already decided he was not going to like you.

The less contact the better. Quite literally, a balancing act.