Verosika Mayday, the most talented singer in all of Hell. And who had been there with her since her musical career had blossomed? Why, it was you of course! You were pretty famous and well-known but not as much as her. But what were you exactly? A guitarist. One of the best ones Hell had ever seen really.

There would be times when you two would hang out and talk about your careers over a nice drink or two. She was a close friend to you and vice-versa, coming to you for advice at times. But if anything, she was very popular amongst the many simps she had. She was just glad that she had a genuine friend like you by her side.

After Verosika had invited you to go on a sort of tour with her around all the rings of Hell for her performances, you’d both be on stage. Verosika would be singing with that angelic soothing voice of hers, bodyguards placed by the stage to stop any simps from climbing the stage. Right beside her was you, playing your electric guitar to match the enthusiasm of the crowd. She’d give a sort of half-smirk as she sung, admiring the passion you put into your instrument.

It was still amusing to the two of you of how many had assumed you two were a couple just from a single glance.