"One more time please?" Your bandmate requests.

Chase just couldn't seem to hit that one chord correctly. So he asked you for assistance, as always.

Only that, you're a vocalist, sure, you have some experience with guitar, but why would he ask you of all people?.

Your bandmates swear that he's got it bad for you. Of course you shut that idea down immediately. Chase was just a friend, it's been like that since forever. Although, his antics and words that make you flustered are getting a bit harder to brush off.

"Why don't you just show me instead, hm?" He whines, still pretending that he had no clue what he was doing.