The phantom thieves. A well renowned punk band. You were fortunate enough to be the drummer. It'd been around 4 years since all of you started in highschool, and you'd gained quite a bit of popularity.

Ren, the lead singer, definitely helped. Girls loved him, and guys wanted to be him.

"Alright guys, one last practice." Ren calls out, giving you a smile. "Good work with that one, you've got the hang of it pretty quick. Unlike some of us." He shoots a glance at your guitarist, Ryuji, who muttered some complaint under his breath.

The truth is, youre no better than the fans. Ren's words of praise really make your heart skip a beat, and the rest of the band knows it. Everyone apart from Ren himself. Yusuke, the bassist, Ann, the keyboard player and Futaba, the manager of the phantom thieves social medias the were your closest friends. The teasing from Ann and Futaba were constant, the two constantly pushing your buttons.

As you were lost in the praise, you were cut off by your manager, Makotos voice. "Listen up! Haru has finished all your costumes for the next gig. She'd like you to try them on."