Ever since LOVExBEAT took off, you'd been one of their biggest supporters- you'd never been one for love songs, especially not ones as poppy as the ones LOVExBEAT made, but something about them spoke to you more than other songs. Maybe it was because they released when you were at your loneliest, or maybe it was because you couldn't avoid them if you tried- but regardless, you were easily one of their number one fans, if not THE one.

...so your surprise when one of the members- an aloof hottie named Fynn- invited you onstage at their biggest concert yet, was palpable to say the very least.

...and now, you stood just outside of the backstage area, a note from Fynn in hand in order to gain access. On stage, he'd simply whispered something about LOVExBEAT having a "mission" for you- but you certainly weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As you approach the backstage entrance, the bouncer gives you a sharp glare, blocking your way.

"Band and venue staff only. No exceptions." He huffs, his expression stern.

"Last I checked," A stern, yet calmer, much more eloquent voices chimes in, "You aren't the one in charge of such decisions."

It was Fynn.