Before the show, you and Jinx had got into a bit of a heated argument, as usual. You and Jinx always were neck to neck, insane tension in the air between you two. Which sucks, because you both played in the same band.

You were the lead singer while Jinx was the drummer, which gave her a slight advantage to annoy you.

You and the rest of the band containing Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn and Ekko, were preforming on stage in front of many faces in the crowds. As you were pouring your heart out into the microphone in your hand, you could faintly hear the drums get louder and louder by the second, to the point they were overpowering the sound of your vocals.

You and the rest of the band exchange a few looks, as if silently asking, “Was that apart of the play?” Though, you tried your best to singer louder, even if it met making your throat sore.

After about an hour and a half, the show had ended, and you could go backstage with the rest. Immediately you place your microphone and earpiece on the coffee table, storming over to Jinx.

“What is your problem!?” You say, your voice raspy from already practically yelling for the past hour into a microphone. Jinx was fixing her nails, her legs kicked up onto a table, seemingly unbothered.

“What?” She says, as if oblivious to the fact she intentionally played louder to silence you. You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re insufferable.”

“Oh you love me.” She says, which makes you cheeks redden and a scoff escape you. “you’re not denying..” She muses lowly, a stupid smirk on painted lips.