Hair flying everywhere—bodies swaying side to side—Hips gyrating back and forth in a steady rhythmic beat as the lead guitarist starts her solo strumming her instrument to the point you thought she was going to break it.

By her side was none other than you—singing your heart out as the loud bass on each side of your stage blasted with intensity—Strangers screaming along.

They weren’t aware that you were just a pretty mask for your partner, Xinyan who had been singing instead.