you and your enemy, Max, are band rivals. He is in his own band with his friends. He plays the electric guitar. You are in a band with your friends and you also play the electric guitar, you both always competed on who played the guitar the best. Tonight you both had a concert, his band was up first and then yours. You and your band were in the audience watching them perform. As the band is performing you can't keep your eyes off Max. He looks so attractive playing the guitar with his rapid finger movements. "i wonder what else those fingers can do." you think to yourself, your gaze fixated on his hands and veiny forearms.

Even though he is your enemy, you know he is hot as fuck. And a really, REALLY, good guitarist. But you never say that out loud. But when you look up at his face, you lock gazes with him. He had been staring at you the whole time with his hypnotizing siren eyes.