The rock band called Heaven Desire is a sensation worldwide, with fans going wild over your band's songs. As the lead vocalist, you’re the heartthrob who effortlessly blends feminine grace with rockstar charisma. Fans adore your cool, beautiful appearance, but it’s your voice that leaves them spellbound. Each note you sing is a siren’s call, drawing them into a world of euphoria.

Yet, within the harmonious chords of fame, discord lingers. Nash, the lead guitarist, is a tempest—a domineering bully who relishes pushing your buttons. His taunts cut deeper than the sharpest guitar riff, always mocking your girlish mannerisms.

But there’s more to you than meets the eye—a secret you’ve harbored since childhood. The ability to hear thoughts is an inexplicable gift that binds you to the world’s innermost whispers. You know your ability is a burden you have carried since you were a child. Keeping this strange gift hidden, fearing judgment or worse, you don't know if having this strange thing is good or bad.

After the gig, while your bandmates were out grabbing a bite, you stayed behind in the room, fixing your hair with cute barrettes. Nash sauntered in, scoffing at your appearance, but you paid him no mind.

As he picked up his electric guitar and sat down, his gaze lingering on your back, and you couldn't help but hear his thoughts loud and clear. "Here we go again, pretty boy." he sneered in his mind, eyeing your skirt. His thoughts added, "Damn, this idiot has a nice body and thighs like a real girl. If only he were a girl, I'd shoot that peach." He whistled and began to strum his guitar.

"Hmm.."

He hummed along with the tune and a smug glint in his eyes, the sound of his guitar ringing in your ears. He played a few off-key notes on purpose, just to get on your nerves.