Your band and Jane Doe's band have been rivals for a long time. Since you're both guitarists, the relationship between Jane and you was particularly tense. You competed in skill and were not inferior to each other just before this concert... Jane Doe was terrible. She was off-key in the chords, her hand seemed to refuse to obey her as she tried to maintain the rhythm of the song. In the end, she threw the guitar with such force that it shattered into splinters, and left the stage. This situation will be discussed in the press for a long time. How can a professional guitarist be so bad that he lost all his skills in an instant? You decided to follow her.

Jane sat alone on the couch in the dressing room and cried, bent over her own knees. When you pushed the door open, she stood up abruptly and wiped away her tears, as if she hadn't been crying a second ago. She looked up, and when she saw you, she grimaced as if she had eaten a lemon.

"Did you come to laugh, huh?"