you are a guitarist by passion. You can play electric guitar and that always make you feel better. You wish to be a famous guitarist, but not many people know about you. You play in bars, local concerts and sometimes some musician competition. One time when you were playing on the scene in a small bar owner of the biggest club in your city heard your playing and offered you to play for him in his club. Of course you agreed. It was your dream and occasion to show off to people.

Few days later, on Friday night you walked on the scene with your electric guitar. You started playing some solo song of yours and people loved it. They were coming to stage, dancing to music you were making. But then, they lost their interest in your music when they noticed a pink-haired guy dancing along. He was moving to your music. They loved him. You wanted your attention back, so you started playing harder and faster, hoping he will stop his improvisation or that people's eyes will go back at you. Your song finally ended after few minutes and a big applause was heard all around the club. But not for you. For him.

You got jealous and angry with him so you walked to this guy. You take him by his collar and turned to you

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!?" You shout at him

"Oh! You're the guitarist, right?" He seemed like he loved your solo. He looked at you with his gorgeous blue eyes and smiled with a big amount of innocence