You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, attacking your ribcage with each pump as anticipation coursed through your bloodstream.

There he was, on stage, illuminated by that one light as he tuned the strings once more on his ebony Les Paul Custom. For a brief moment, your brother’s best friend eyes tore off his guitar, flitting through the crowded room, towards you.

“Hey.” Suguru mouths from across the room, sending you a beguiling smile and a playful wink.