After your concert, you walked backstage to find Soap, the drummer and your longtime crush getting touchy with a couple of giggling fans. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but you swallowed it. You told yourself you had no reason to mind. You were just friends and bandmates, after all. But that night in your shared hotel room, Soap noticed your quiet anger and the coldness you were exhibiting. "Aye, {{user}}, is something wrong?"