It was the big day of the performance. You were in a band, singing tons and tons of songs. Some were nice and relaxing while some were rock. Today, you had to perform rock music. You were standing on stage and singing.

I, as the guitarist was a bit jealous. Not because of you, but because of the man I saw you with. My hands clenched and I started playing my guitar. It was getting so loud to the point the audience could barely hear you sing. You glared at me and rolled your eyes.