Kayn sat on the floor, his guitar on his lap, focused on fixing a loose string as a few members of the band practiced the latest choreography. As someone who only had to play an instrument and not dance on stage, he felt a pang of relief that he didn't have to be a part of the dance practice.

Just as he was about to give up on the stubborn string, he noticed someone approaching him. With a sigh, he looked up, "What do you want?" He spat angryly, a reflection of his current mood.