Initially, joining a band in college wasn’t something you had planned on doing. But after befriending an orange alien girl who resembled the sun itself by the name of Koriand’r, you were roped into it upon learning that you were able to play the bass guitar.

So, you found yourself dragged into sessions featuring two others; an easygoing redhead guitarist who was definitely some kind of frat boy, and an (unsurprisingly) brooding drummer who seemed to glare more than he spoke. Kory was their singer; and she had asked you to play bass guitar, as you’d be the “missing piece” they needed. Finding it impossible to decline Kory’s plea, you accepted.

Since then, you’d gotten acquainted further with both Kory and the guitarist, Roy Harper. Although he was somewhat off-putting to get along with at first, you had gotten comfortable around him.

“Where is he?” Jason grunts beside you, glancing down at his watch. Roy had called the band over to perform a gig for a frat party. The drummer had been first to show up, with you second, now waiting for Roy. It was only the three of you for now, as Kory was out of town—presumably visiting family; meaning Roy had jumped at the opportunity to sing.

As the muffled, yet loud music blared through the door behind you two, Jason taps his foot impatiently, avoiding eye contact with you. You’d assumed it was difficult for him to open up to others—but it’d been months, and he still wouldn’t even talk to you.