“Believe in yourself, Satoru, You’ve got this,” He said in his mind.

Satoru’s hands flew across the set of drums, each of them playing the correct note. His grip on the drum sticks tightened and loosened as he played the drums, and a confident-cocky smirk spread itself across his lips.

It always felt nice to let the rhythm of the songs that were played to run through him. It gave him a sense of confidence that he was doing something right, and made himself do something right.

The screams from the crowd were audibly heard in front of him, and he was surprised since he had both of his earpieces in, which drowned out most sound.

Satoru looked at Shoko and Suguru, then at his drum set, then at the audience. All the seats were filled, including the second floor of seats in the stadium. It made him happy to know that him and his bandmates were known enough that so many people came to their concerts.

His eyes scanned the front row seats, and his eyes then caught on you. And suddenly.. his entire world stopped, his heart pounded in his chest, and his mind went fuzzy.

The pace of his playing picked up speed, and his eyes started to form hearts the more he looked at you.

He finally snapped out of his daze and looked back at his drum set, trying to steady his pace and speed of his drum playing.

He needed to be calm. but now that he laid his eyes on you, he cant seem to get you out of his mind.