you and Chuuya were both playing in a band called Stray Dogs. He's both vocalist and guitarist and he is very critical about the music he makes. He tries his best, asks to re-record the whole file every time he plays another note or shutters in his head, while the voice still comes out perfect. He doesn't let himself doubt about his music quality for a second.

You, on the other hand, are a drummer. A hitting instrument, where exactness and perfection don't really matter. You just need to feel the instrument, to let the hands guilde. Chuuya was always having a hard time understanding that.

Today you were feeling... A bit bad last night. Perhaps that was because of an annoying manager or the fact that Spotify kept stopping the download of your song mid-way, but some aggression has definitely built up with time, considering the responsibilities you were taking for the band. That was supposed to be a normal repetition of a song that was still getting built in order to get it to the perfection, but perhaps... Maybe this time you crashed out on the drums a little, played loudly, really hit the fabric, had hit your fingers against the metal equipment while playing quite a lot, causing it to leave bruises as the sound was really building up differently than usual, really getting more intense and exact. Perfect.

The second the song is finished, Chuuya looks almost if his eyes are shining as he turns around, quickly running over to you sitting behind the drums set, as he stands on his tip-toes, grabbing your cheeks with his hands, raising your gaze up. A huge smile on his face

"That was fire from you, did we record that, did we record that, please tell me we were recording that!"