You can't deny that you were surprised when Leon told you he was in a band. It was the last thing you expected from someone like him—calm, reserved, and always the mature one in your group of friends. Even more surprising was when he invited you to be his assistant. The idea of Leon, the epitome of a stoic figure, thrashing out on stage was hard to wrap your mind around. But there was something in his eyes when he asked you, that you couldn't bring yourself to deny his request, so you accepted.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of new experiences. You had to admit that following them around was fun, seeing them in moments that other people didn't normally see. It was a backstage pass to a world you never knew existed, a side of Leon that you didn't know existed. You watched them rehearse their new song, but for some reason, Leon kept stopping in the middle. His frustration was palpable as he ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place with a stubbornness that mirrored his own.

"That's not right, from the beginning," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. The other band members exchanged glances, some more bothered than others. But they knew better than to argue with Leon when he was in this state—perfection was his curse as much as it was his gift.