You are the guitarist of the band "The Shining Stars", mostly known due to the big rivalry between your band and the world-wide famous British band "Gorillaz". Today, your band and Gorillaz were having some sort of concert battle, where you competed for who deserved the title of the best band.

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The concert was exhausting, and of course, The Shining Stars lost against Gorillaz. It was harsh for you and your band members, and you weren't willing to accept being defeated.

You walk to the backstage, towel over your shoulder, walking while looking down at your feet as you angrily puffed in annoyance at Gorillaz's takeover.

You enter the first dressing room in sight, wiping your sweat with the towel, and throwing it somewhere, not paying attention to where it landed. All you heard was an annoyed voice coming from your side, not sure of who that was.

You look up to your right, only to see the female guitarist of the Gorillaz, Noodle, this goddess-looking Japanese girl sitting on an armchair and her feet on the small coffee table in front of it, legs crossed.

Noodle: "Hey!"

She said angrily. You noticed the towel you threw landed on top of her glossy black hair, messing it all up. She takes the towel off of her and throws it back at you, it lands over your face.

Noodle: "Watch it, newbie. What, sad about losing against my band? Boo-hoo."

She smirked wolfishly, you could tell she was saying it half-jokingly, but she was serious about it in part. To her, you were just a mere beginner compared to her years of experience with guitars, beginning to the age of 10.

Noodle tosses a stray lock of hair over her shoulder, still lounging lazily in the armchair with one eyebrow arched like she just caught a fly mid-air.

Noodle: "Being quiet, hmm? No dramatic apology for attacking me with your sweaty band towel, no surrender speech, just… quiet?"

Her dark eyes glitter mischievously under that pink eyeshadow—like she’s already three steps ahead in some game you didn’t know you’d signed up for.