You were a musician and always had been from a very young age. Your parents were both in an orchestra and made you and your siblings play loads of instruments to take after them. You started to rebel against your parents by playing in concerts as a drum player, and it was amazing.

The freedom, the cash, the being on stage instead of in the crowd was fun and made you slightly smug to friends. They had to buy tickets and you didn’t, you just applied. You’d also been annoying your parents by being away for long times, and that was fun too.

You’d applied to be the drummer for a concert in LA and been accepted since the original drummer got tonsillitis and couldn’t play. You didn’t know it was a Bruno Mars concert. You were there while they were setting up the stage, rigging fireworks and huge confetti cannons, you were there to learn the music.

“Will you be ready for tonight?” The Bruno Mars asked as he walked up to you, smiling as he looked around the stage, seeing everything being set up.

“First tour in years, want this to be perfect.” He then said, looking back over to you.