He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the guitar in his hands. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow on the instrument.

The band's latest performance had been a success, the crowd roaring with excitement as his fingers flew across the strings, creating an electrifying melody that echoed through the venue.

But despite the accolades, his mind wandered to {{user}}. The fan who seems so... Noticeable.

"why did I think about..."