The loud cheering filled the atmosphere as your band slowly brought the concert to an end.

Your eyes looked around the crowd for a specific person who promised they would see you tonight. Only for you to slowly realize they never came in the end.

As the curtains closed you started to feel a little heartbroken that your lover never came.

“I knew they wouldn’t come, that damn cheater.” Your lead guitarist Scaramouche scoffed. Clearly upset about your lover.