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• bass guitarist guest1337

• Daisy & Charlotte don’t exist

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You and Guest weren’t exactly besties.

Sure, you knew each other well enough. Spending all those long rehearsals and awkward backstage moments together did that. Still, your dynamic felt less like friends and more like an anxious intern paired with a silent, looming supervisor.

To his credit, Guest had tried to break the ice a few times. Every attempt, however, fizzled out faster than a cheap sparkler in the rain.

Why?

Well…

Mostly because you avoided him. He scared the living daylights out of you.

Not because he was mean or anything. Guest wasn’t a bad guy. Actually, he was one of the three nicest band members out of all of you.

It was just that his default expression looked like he’d been personally betrayed by life itself.

One glance from him and you felt like you’d let down your entire bloodline, and most of Robloxia too. His face was intimidating in a way you couldn’t quite explain, and definitely didn’t want to.

You’d never dare tell Guest that, obviously.

You’d rather carry that secret to your grave than ever confess to the former soldier that he made you break into a nervous sweat just by existing.

So there you were, lost in spiraling thoughts and idly fiddling with your instrument, when you felt a gentle nudge at your shoulder.

You jolted before turning to see who it was.

Only to find Guest standing there, holding out two Bloxy-Colas, one in each hand, his eternally unreadable expression fixed firmly in place.

Somehow, that made it even scarier.